Day 7 - Heading home

So after a long 10 hour flight we finally arrived in LA about a half hour late. We had an hour and a half to get through customs and check in for our next flight to SLC. Getting through customs took a bit of time but we thought we were still doing good. We still had about an hour before take off. Then we hustled to Southwest Airlines and that's when the nightmare began. The entire lobby was filled and the line extended for probably a half mile out the doors. It went all the way back to the international terminal we had just come from. So we got in line. The crazy thing is we had to stand in line with the people who were there 3 hours before their flights left and they wouldn't let us go up sooner knowing we had a flight leaving very soon. So of course, we missed our flight out of LA. So then they decided we could fly stand by but we would have to go to Oakland and then wait for a couple of hours before heading to SLC. What else could we do??? So we went to check in and the desk agent said she could get us on our way to Oakland now and pushed us onto a plane. So we had a quick 1 hour flight to Oakland. Unfortunately now our flight to SLC would get in a half hour past the time we needed to catch our flight to Houston. Another missed flight. We called Delta to see about rebooking but they told us they would charge $285 a person to rebook.(x5 would be wayyyyyy expensive) We decided we would wait and see if we missed our flight for sure before going that route. So we called Craig's dad and told him not to bring the kids and we would need to spend the night and head out early the next morning. We got to Slc finally. Craig decided he would go talk to Delta while I waited for our luggage. Craig gave them a sob story about flying for the last 2 days and not having clean clothes and we were cold and my suitcase did not show up in SLC. The lady must have felt sorry for us because she rebooked us on a flight for Monday morning without charging us. I am glad there are nice people out there. But unfortunately, my suitcase got lost in the shuffle. So we headed to Craig's parents for a few hours of sleep. By morning they figured out my suitcase was in Oakland and on a flight later that day to SLC. They said they would send it to Houston when it came in. We finally boarded a flight for Houston and were on our way HOME. It is nice to get away, but it is nice to come HOME!