Saturday we were packed, up early, and ready to go.
It was snowing. The hotel staff said that we should leave early because the train may be canceled. On the website, they flight was still a go.
We left the hotel at 9am. Had the stand on the corner and hope for a taxi to tokyo station and catch the Narita Express, the fast train to the airport.

Arrived at the airport at 11:00am. Our flight was not to leave till 6:30 pm.
Ate some lunch and waited.
The snow continued to fall. United Airlines Japanese staff, said the flight was still on schedule.

It was hopeful since ANA (All Nippon Airlines) was taking off and landing. I was worried because I could see our plane was not at the gate.
At 6:00 they said the flight was delayed till 8 pm, the airplane was routed to Nagoya and would be here in an hour. At 8:00, were told that the flight was delayed until 10:00. I was worried, but they said we were still going. Then at midnight we were informed that the flight was cancelled. The trains were not running, and we were informed that the hotels in the area were all full.

From then on, all of our questions were answered with “we have no information”. We had to spend the night at Narita Airport.
It was carpeting and someone comfortable in the gate area, but they made us leave. We had to go back through customs and immigration, collect our bags, that we now had to tote around.
We were given a snack, bottle of water, and a thin blanket, and we were on our own.

So we spent the night on the cold hard floor of Narita airport, with the bright lights, and many loud gate announcements for non existent flights. It was so cold I slept in my coat.

Woke up at 6 am. Chris went to scope out the situation.
They were already lining up to get re booked on a flight to get home. We heard all the flights were filling up. The line was all the way down the airport. We waited in line, they told us that they would take care of the cancelled flight to Guam, then at 12:30 they would start on the US flights. By the time that 12:30
came, there was a great degree of frustration. At 12;30, the Japanese staff had to put all their decorations out, had a little meeting while the anger level was building.
When our time came around at close to 2:00, I said just get me to Houston or anywhere in the US, we would get home.

Got boarding passes to Houston and then to San Antonio.

Made it home, but our bags did not arrive until 11 pm.
Home Sweet Home.
As I have said, its fun to go, but great to get home.