flying on Delta

Well, the frazzledness continued as I struggled with my carry-ons down the tarmac, to the baggage claim.  I waited as each bag was claimed by a fellow passenger.  As the crowd began to quickly dissipate, I started to fret, thinking my bag was a goner.  I was pretty sure the fact that I left my passport in it, solidified my fate, as I was facing bad luck on this journey.  My fear became reality as everyone disappeared and I was left begging the conveyor belt to carry one...just one more bag.   (However, that mission failed.)  After an intense search, my bag was located in ATL, and was on the next flight to San Jose.  With time to kill, Mel and I indulged in Jamba and shopping.  In case you are wondering, we were not lucky enough to eat at the Nagina Cafe in San Jose.  Maybe next time.