My Luggage Had the Right Idea

So, the shuttle let's us off at what I'm going to assume is an airport. At this point in time it looks a lot like Egypt. I get to the bathroom and wait in line with about 20 people so I can change my clothes. I don't know how celebrities do it, but I cannot make it off an airplane without looking like death threw up all over me. And I want to make a good impression on my Greek family, so I change into nice clothes and head toward baggage. At this point in time I'm three hours later than I told the family and I don't even know if they're still there.
As I wait for my bag, which I've learned to assume is not going to show up, I'm already getting blisters on my feet from "nice" shoes- ie not chucks. After another hour of waiting for my luggage the inevitable has happened- it was smart and decided to stay in Kentucky.
I go and stand in line to talk to someone about finding my luggage for about a half an hour before a very mean Greek woman tries to help me. Apparently she needs all my boarding passes, which after my adventures today total to at least 4. I find three of these, except for the one she needs, and dig desperately through my purse and bag while the 10 people in line behind me become visibly irritated.
She finally gives up on me, heck, I've given up on me by this point in time, and I identify my luggage which she says was indeed left behind in Lexington, Kentucky.
I fill out a form, which quickly becomes an issue because I don't know the address or any of the information of the people I'm staying with. I realize again how stupid this is, and she makes sure I realize how stupid this is, and I leave promising that someone will call them that night with an address.
I finally head out towards the door, going through in my head what my options are if there's no one waiting for me. These options amount to using all my money (100 USD) to find a hotel to stay at. Or...well, there weren't really many other options.
I walked through the sliding doors not exactly sure what I'm looking for. I don't know who from the family was coming to pick me up, if I'm looking for a sign with my name, if they're international human traffickers and I'll have to run. And then a tiny blonde woman with a dark haired girl nods in my direction and smiles.
Relief flooded through me as I realized that I actually had a way of leaving the airport. She introduced herself as what shall now be know as Mrs. Crazy and her daughter The Girl. Mrs. Crazy was small and very thin with short bleached blonde hair. And The Girl was about 7 and absolutely gorgeous. Dark olive skin, big dark eyes, and long black hair. She lead me out to the car as I try to explain how I'm almost 5 hours late and still don't have my luggage.
We finally make it to her little silver car and neither of us talk as she drives through the city and starts down the Mediterranean coast. It looks a lot like I imagined it, the city parts look just like Russia and Egypt. But the ocean's beautiful. I love water and I can't stop falling in love with the giants cliffs and deep blue ocean. I'm thankful she's not talking too much, because by this point in time I've been up for over 24 hours, I'm mentally exhausted, and my feet are starting to bleed from the blisters from my shoes.
We pull up to some sort of summer community and she instructs me to leave my bag at a neighboring door and takes me into their summer home.