This is the email I woke up to this morning from Icelandair. How very deflating. I don’t cope well with sudden changes of plan, so this feels like quite the gut punch. My immediate reaction? Take the dog for a walk and listen to Desert Island Discs. Bit of an escapist attitude there, Lainey.
Of course, this would happen the day after I have: booked the movers; booked Scout’s move; booked the cleaners; posted my car for sale; advised family & friends of the date; and, most annoyingly of all, popped a letter in the mailbox to my uncle outlining all the details.
Interestingly, Icelandair has only cancelled the second leg of my trip – the flight from Toronto to Reykjavik is still on. How is that a thing? Is the idea that part way there is better than not leaving at all? Is this Tourism Iceland’s way of drawing visitors? Reykjavik is lovely, but that’s not really the point. Well enough whining – back to the drawing board.
(Oh, and it’s not helpful that my more superstitious friends are telling me this is an omen. Seriously? Not helpful at all.)
Edit: As my mother would have said, everything happens for a reason. It has taken me all day to re-book a flight, online and on the phone. But, for $200 less than I was paying for a Premium Economy seat on Icelandair, I am now flying Business Class with a bed on Aer Lingus.