A Day Late or A Passport Short?
Bermuda, April 1971.............Spring break with my college girlfriends and I was certain I had died and gone to Heaven. So while there I made a promise to return on my honeymoon with the man I loved. Well, 3 (yep, count 'em 3!!) honeymoons later I, sadly,still had not returned. And then I discovered Luxury Link and an auction for Horizons & Cottages. One click and we were almost there! I could see the pink sand, feel it between my toes. Are we there yet? I was childlike with anticipation and glee! So much so that we arrived at the airport 3 hours early, presented boarding passes and passports and waited for seat assignments. The agent studied the screen for a VERY LONG time and then uttered the dreaded words: "It's coming up expired passport". With attitude I demanded: "Whose?" and she quietly said "Yours". Tears were instant. I HAD WAITED 36 YEARS!!! Please can't you just look the other way? We're nice, we're attractive, we're in love and I HAVE TO GET TO BERMUDA! It just wasn't going to work but Plan B was forming. Aren't we inWashington, DC? Can't I go to the Passport Office? Can't you put us on a later flight? And the answers were yes, yes and yes........ a day later. Horizons,Bermuda and the beatiful sand and surdwere worth the 36 year and 24 hour wait.And so was the my husbandwho never said a reproaching word except to remind me to stop crying because they would be taking my picture at the Passport Office! paularec aka corgigirl