When I called dad yesterday Tuesday to natter, chat and nag, we discussed Spain. Of course.
When he confirmed: “so Sunday you will be in Spain?”
I said “yes, assuming the Air Canada Pilots don’t go on strike. And assuming the ground workers in Frankfurt don’t go on strike either.”
From that point forward every time I said “Spain”, he interjected “Or Frankfurt”.
At this point the only warning from Air Canada is “Due to potential labour disruption by security employees. Passengers are urged to arrive 1 hour earlier than normal.”
Here’s hoping that Sunday afternoon I’ll be walking the streets of Madrid. Not Frankfurt.