Where are we now?

Okay, time to bring you up to date . . .

I did NOT go to Haiti.

I tried,
but I did not make it.

Due to smoke rolling from the air vents of the plane as we prepared to take off,
causing us to return to the gate,
where we were honored to be some of the first to hear that American Airlines' computer system suffered a complete failure,
grounding all flights for many,
MANY hours,
I did not see my son.

I ate more trail mix in the Dallas / Fort Worth airport than anyone really should (bleh),
and after a long afternoon there,
traveled to Miami
where I learned my flight to Port-au-Prince had been cancelled.

of course

I stood in a very, VERY long line with some rather nice folks,
and was pleased to reach a rebooking agent by phone 1 and 1/2 hours into my wait.

The good news: with constant footage of the Boston happenings on TV,
travelers were uncharacteristically tolerant of the delays and furloughs . . .
the first day.

Unfortunately for me, the airline was unable to rebook me into PAP until 2:40PM the following day,
long after our scheduled 7:30AM interview at the U.S. Embassy.

Many, MANY emails later,
my dear, dear friend Sister Claudette had a photo of the necessary paperwork to enter the embassy
and blessed me by escorting my son, his biological parent and all of our paperwork that the attorney surprised her with to USCIS.

I ended up spending the next day waiting for a flight home,
where I did finally arrive after midnight,
only to find out my one checked bag had flown to Haiti without me.

It's okay though -
it was full of shoes for the orphanage.

Now, like many other passengers traveling that day,
I wait patiently to see if any of my flights will be reimbursed by the airline,
knowing that soon I will see my son in Haiti because
we will be going to court shortly.

Yippeeeee

Let's get that boy's name changed and get on the road to getting him a passport :)

hee hee