In what feels like no time at all AND at least a decade, I am back in Quito after six full months of preparation! Today is my third full day here*, and it's high time to share the new, true, short story, "Leslie's Luggage".
*this was true when I started writing; I'm happy to report I've been here two weeks now! Anyway, back to the story...
November 2025: Leslie is invited to apply for a position at Alliance Academy International. She immediately begins to question how she could possibly move there with only two checked bags.
7 Days Ago: While helping Leslie decide what to pack in her 2 checked bags, Leslie's gracious friend and life-long traveler back and forth to West Africa, gently encourages Leslie to consider checking three bags instead of two. Leslie feels this would somehow be an indication of weak moral fiber. It is also more luggage than she can manage on her own- going against her own law of travel. Nonetheless, Leslie researches how many bags she can bring, but it seems there is no limit.
6 Days Ago: Leslie gets out a third suitcase.
5 Days Ago: While checking in online, Leslie discovers that the airline website will only let her check 2 bags. Cue anxiety. Awesome sister Brittony tries to calm Leslie as Leslie calls Delta. Nice Delta lady assures Leslie that she can pay for the third bag at the airport. Leslie double-checks: are you sure there will be no problem with checking three bags? She is sure. Side note: the third bag will cost $200. -_- Cue additional anxiety. Cue additional sisterly efforts and the reminder that thanks to SO MANY generous friends and family, she can afford the extra bag.
4 Days Ago: Leslie arrives at the Fort Wayne International Airport with her three checked bags (each one weighing in at under 49 lbs (50 is the limit). She is invited to be checked in by a Young and Eager Gate Agent (YEGA). Said agent pulls up Leslie's itinerary and says, "You'll have to pick up your luggage in Atlanta and check it back in there, since your layover is so long." Cue anxiety. Is there any possible way to check it all the way through? It's all one ticket and that's a lot of luggage to haul around on a layover. YEGA clickity-clacks on her computer. Ok; they will be checked all the way to Quito. Leslie, unsure whether to be annoyed that they don't just do that in the first place, or grateful that she won't need to lug 150 pounds of checked bags around Atlanta, nods and thanks YEGA.
Next, YEGA directs the first bag to be put on the scale. It registers 51 pounds. "I know exactly what to pull out of there to make it 50 lbs," Leslie says. "Oh, it's ok," replies YEGA, "I can waive the extra pound."
[editor's note: I have been traveling internationally since I was 18, and never once in my life has any gate agent, from any airline, in any country ever offered to WAIVE AN OVERWEIGHT BAG.]
Leslie nods slowly in amazement. "Thank you!" YEGA checks in bag #2. 49.5 pounds. On to bag three. More clickity-clacking. YEGA says, my system isn't allowing you to check 3 bags. Leslie calmly explains the very confident Delta lady's info. YEGA tries again. Sorry, my system will not allow you to check three bags. Could we speak with a manager? Of course. Leslie listens to the manager explain to YEGA on her walkie-talkie that Quito must have an embargo on checked luggage right now. Leslie politely asks if she could speak directly with the manager.
Ten minutes later, YEGA's manager is now clickity-clacking and after about 5 minutes, he announces that he has worked some sort of magic to allow me to take three bags. Again- Leslie is relieved but also...what the heck?! He continues to say that since Leslie has such a long layover in Atlanta, she will need to collect and re-check her bags there. Leslie (semi-patiently) rehashes why that's not going to work and point out that YEGA was able to check them all the way to Quito. Clickity-clack. Ok, done. Checked all the way through.
Delta, what is going on???
Leslie allows relief to trump annoyance and listens as YEGA's manager explains to her how to put a bag tag on my third piece of luggage, which is a plastic trunk. They finish up, hand her a boarding pass, and wish her a good flight. "Thank you both so much for your help! Who do I pay?" YEGA looks at her manager. He looks at her. "Well... the system didn't charge you." What? "Yeah, I could have waived the fee for the third bag, but I didn't. If I had, you would see "waived fee" right here on the baggage claim slip. I didn't waive it; the system just didn't charge you. I have never seen that happen."
Leslie says, "I don't know what you believe about God, but there are an awful lot of people praying for me right now. In any case, thank you so much!" As Leslie walks away, she hears the manager say to YEGA, "Never have I ever seen that happen!"
2 Days Ago: Leslie arrives safely at the airport in Quito. After spending some quality time with the passport check lady (who was suspicious that she was coming to live here but didn't yet have a visa) Leslie made her way to the baggage claim carousel, where she found all three of her bags waiting patiently for her. What should have cost $400 ended up only costing $100. Leslie is so thankful!
The End
As a reward for reading through the whole story, here are a couple of pictures from my first day. I took them on my first trip to the grocery store.
My new building. Our apartment is on the first floor, so you can't see it because of the gate.
My first day of work will be Monday- day one of three of orientation for new teachers. Between now and then I have a lot of time to get a bunch of things sorted out- phone plans; learning to use Uber for taxis; buying odds and ends for the apartment; and doubtless other things I'm not thinking of yet. Life here is off to a great start, and I am thankful.
