About 15 years ago, my parents took my brother and me to India. We visited friends and travelled around the country. After about a month, Mother got some kind of virus and needed to go home, so she and I changed our tickets (this was the in good old days). I called my boyfriend - now my husband - and told him when to pick us up in ATL. The flight was supposed to depart at 11:00 P.M. There were hundreds of people jammed into the un-airconditioned departure area in Delhi. Several other flights left, and Lufthansa finally said there was a minor mechanical problem. After 5 hours and numerous announcements, the flight was cancelled. We were all rebooked, then taken to a very nice hotel. The really strange part was that we didn't have to go through Immigration again - then or the next day. We finally left at 3:00 P.M. the following day and flew to Frankfurt, where we had to spend the night and next day. Meanwhile, my BF haas gone to the airport because the airline didn't call as promised. Upon arrival at JFK, we discovered at the gate we had been reticketed on another airline. Call the BF again, apologize for the 2 day delay, assure him we'll be there in a few hours. On the way to ATL, the pilot diverts to Memphis because of a tornado. This time I had to call a friend to call BF because he's on the way to the airport again. We finally got to ATL, 7 hours late. This trip turned out to be the last one we took as a family because both my parents died a year later, but my brother and I will never forget the great times we had together.

[This message has been edited by flowerchild (edited 03-23-2003).]