Again - I must repeat; NEVER. FLY. AMERICAN. AIRLINES.
Not only did they lose our bags, but they also CHANGED our
departure flight from the 25th to the 28th. Really? Really AA?
You wanna go there? We could have been seriously screwed and
stuck in Managua for a few nights (which is the least lovely place
in Nicaragua).
After a long and galatically boring wait that had the counter clerk
trying to get us on to three different airlines, she got us a seat on
Continental. Not only did the flight get us in ahead of schedule,
but it provided us with a hot chicken sandwich and a salad.
Free food on airlines? I thought that was a thing of the past.
Bye bye, Nica - you tempered mistress. You muse.
I'll see you again someday, to be sure.
