We All get to Berlin

And only our luggage got lost

Editor’s note: This article was originally published on Aug. 3, 2022 on the blog version of Alte Frau, New Life. This is the conclusion of the story of our move to Berlin from the Atlanta. Here are links to part 1, and part 2.

In the end, the third flight was the charm.

After confirming – then de-confirming them on a flight to Amsterdam – KLM accepted our dogs on a flight that would leave Atlanta on Friday two hours after ours.

These plans held and we all took off over the Atlantic on our multi-route journey to re-unite in Berlin.

The dogs flew from Atlanta to Schipol in Amsterdam, while the kids and I flew into Charles de Gaulle in Paris.

It didn’t hit us until we saw the lines in the terminal in Paris. We picked the absolute worst time to move to Europe.

Airports and airlines laid off tens of thousands of workers during the height of the pandemic and many of them are reluctant to come back to their old jobs, many of which offered low pay and long hours. Recruiting and training new staff, …