Everyone knows by now that my luggage didn't make it to Paris. When we reported it missing, the kind lady at Baggage Services suspected it was still in Houston, and assured us it would be on the next plane to Paris, but she needed a phone number to call us at so the delivery guy could bring my bag when it arrived. Neither of our phones would work, so we had to buy a cheapie at the airport newsstand. We couldn't figure out how to find the number on the phone (to give to the lady at Baggage Services), so I asked the man at the information desk, in broken French, if he could help. He dialed his phone from our phone and captured our number. Success! He wrote down the number for us and we were on our way. Except that he wrote down the wrong number. Perhaps he misread the number, or perhaps he was having fun at the expense of a couple of American tourists. In any case we gave the (wrong) number to Baggage, and expected to hear back right away. But we didn't. Air France found my bag immediately, and tried in vain to contact me, but since they had the wrong number (unbeknownst to us), I was unreachable. We spent ALL AFTERNOON yesterday trying to figure out why we weren't getting a call from Air France. I even called them, and that's when I found out that they hade made five attempts to reach us. Finally, we got desperate and bought a Skype number that we could call from our cell with hopes that the number would show up, and it did. One. Number. Off. The guy at the airport wrote down a 9 instead of a 2. A call to Air France to give them the correct number, and our new Skype number solved the problem. When I called them this morning, they said my bag would be here between 2 and 6. It got here at 4. I finally have my stuff.

And when I opened my bag, there was a note from US Customs that stated that my bag had been randomly searched. I guess that's why Keith's bag made it and mine didn't.