Family reunited

Many years ago, I was working in Australia, but was due to attend my brother's wedding in Mexico City. After a delay and missed flight in LA, and a cross country jaunt through Houston, I finally managed to arrive in Mexico a day late. As a total novice to air travel (I had never flown before and had reached Sydney by ship,) I had erroneously assumed that one's luggage would automatically be waiting for you at your destination. My trusting nature had allowed me to also assume that it was perfectly safe to pack one's address book and credit cards in the luggage. Suffice to say that once I arrived in Mexico, there was no luggage, or means to find my way out of the airport. My family were all due to be in the city for the wedding, but although I had promised to attend, I had not specified exactly when I was due to arrive, and as such, was not expecting anyone to meet me. My trusting nature had also allowed me to assume that it would be a simple matter of securing local currency with my credit card, and hopping a taxi to the address in my address book. Having neither, obviously resulted in a massive vicissitude. I was in a strange city, with nowhere to go and no means of getting there, even if I knew where it was I was supposed to be going. As it was Easter weekend, even the British Embassy phone left only a message stating that the office was closed for the next three days. I sat down, took stock of my situation and realised I was in a serious pickle. Having chosen what I assumed to be my home for the foreseeable future, an airport bench, I was not quite but almost in a state of panic. Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder. "Fancy meeting you here." It was my younger brother, who had just arrived at the airport with the rest of my family. They were there to meet another wedding attendee who happened to be arriving at that time. Without that coincidence, I might well still be in that airport.