At this point I didn’t know what to say, fuming, and shoved the phone back to Noemi who tried calmly to tell the gentleman that she HAS a letter from his management saying the mistake had been fixed and was on its way back to me - ?? I stood there, shaking, staring into space. Noemi said she would get ahold of the woman who gave us the letter that this situation had been resolved, so I headed back downstairs. I sat at my desk for a bit, not concentrating on anything. My hands were still shaking at the thought of not being able to come home on the day I’ve had booked for months. Then I went to the bathroom and cried.
I shook it off and thought IF I were to be “stuck” here for a few extra days, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but my sights have been set on a certain day. Noemi said our lawyers are back on my passport which isn’t odd - they helped me get here, too.
So I know “things will work out” and “you’ll make it home” but there’s still a part of me that has be to realistic of another outcome. I do have confidence these people behind the scenes will get my passport back - it’s their job!
Beth and I could laugh last night about being stuck in one of the greatest cities in the world - ha! “Wah, how rough!” So I’m glad I could come out on the other side and see the positives instead of dwelling on the negative.
AND - my camera is working again!
I can kinda "hear" you say "weeeeeee!!" in this picture.
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