My husband and I finally went on a long-delayed trip to Cuba. We travelled to Winnipeg from out of town, stayed overnight at a hotel near the airport and loaded up our truck around 2:30 a.m. to head to our flight.
Either our truck tailgate was not closed or wasn’t closed all the way because during the drive, my suitcase fell out, something we only noticed after parking at the airport.
My husband immediately went back out and drove our route but did not find it.
I ended up in Cuba in my Canadian winter clothes and with nothing else, but was helped out by the lovely ladies in a little gift shop where we were staying, so I managed and we had a great holiday.
The only downside was that I was thinking that somehow I was going to have to replace the majority of my summer wardrobe, something I hadn’t counted on.
During our layover in Toronto when returning, I called my son in Winnipeg, and he told me that the airport had my luggage. Someone had found it, turned it in to lost and found there, and I would be able to get it when we returned. Amazing! I felt like I had won the lottery.
Unfortunately, whoever turned it in did not leave his/her name and I really want to thank them. They went the extra mile for me and it is so appreciated.
— Dee Carlson