Arriving
Customs. I’m more than slightly worried about customs. I was the last one to board the flight out of Portland and the ticketing agent let me know that she would let me on the plane but there was a chance that I will be turned away on the other side. 90 day visas are given out at the border when you enter the country, but because my return flight date will be 4 months from now, they told me there may be a problem. I told her that we were planning to leave the country to go on a holiday and then return for the duration of our stay, and she asked us to provide travel documents proving that. Proof of honeymoon. I’ve never even considered that I would need to prove that. So. I did what any panicking wife would do. I called jon.
Jon’s flight was scheduled to leave about the same time as mine so I wasn’t entirely positive that his phone would be on. One ring, then voice mail. I hung up. Thought about calling back to leave a message but then decided that his phone must already be off and he wouldn’t get the message until May. It wasn’t until I sat down, and had another moment of panic that it occurred to me. One ring, then voice mail means he rejected the call. He was on the other line. Had to be. Sitting in the airplane, after they’ve told us to turn off all electronic devices, I called back.
I love jon. Regardless of the fact that he has no new information to make me believe that I won’t be sent home in 12 hours, talking to him calms me down.
It ended up that Jon and I arrived in different terminals, my flight about 40 minutes before his, so we couldn’t walk through emigration together. I was ridiculously nervous but everything was fine.
Our bus ride back to the hotel took about 3 hours. It was so late and rather uncomfortable, but really not that bad. We made it in and were in bed by about 9:00 local time.