My mom arrived here safe and sound this morning, minus only one of her suitcases. Once we realized the baggage carousel really wasn’t going to bring it around, no matter how long we stood there and watched, we notified the appropriate personnel. They took mom’s name and my address and phone number then promised to call when they located the bag.

The woman who helped us seemed so confident and competent that we left feeling entirely reassured. With good reason as it turns out, because not only did they call, but they delivered the wayward bag–which had been mistakenly routed to Luleå–right to our doorstep when we were enjoying our after-dinner coffee.

Though we were glad enough to see its safe return, we had no time in the intervening hours to miss the delayed suitcase, so full were Onock’s other bags. I anticipate it will take the entire month of her visit, at least, for us to work our way through the many and sundry goodies she packed along for one and all.