Oh where do I start on this wild adventure?
It has been an emotional build up since Easter weekend and to be honest I’m not quite ready to open up the emotional floodgates that ensued over losing sheep. I will save that for another post. Lets just say that farming requires a ‘tough skin’ and I’m presently ill-equipped.
Moving on…Murphy’s Law is in full swing. Since I met my husband he has never, ever, been extended on his vacation. And…for the first time, I decided to sign-up for an online writing workshop that just so happened to start the week he was supposed to leave. Yeah, don’t even ask me how THAT IS GOING!
Anyway, he got called to go away for another course. Initially, we thought it would be Holland again. I jumped through hoops to get the week off work and then I learned his course was in Hamburg, Germany! Oh crap! It’s cold there and I don’t know anything about it.
Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound as they say. We booked my flight. Then I dug out my Passport and that is when, ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE. It was due to expire mid-trip and of course we didn’t opt for the cancellation insurance (I use the term “we” loosely since I wanted it and my husband didn’t… This would be when I got to say, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, but that would be cruel and I was the one stuck at home so who really got the brunt end?)
Friday morning, when I discovered the situation, I immediately got on the phone to the Canadian Consulate in Rome. Unfortunately, they couldn’t do anything on such short notice. Second, I called all my buddies who travel and are in the same situation, no Italian citizenship, but a permanent resident. This was not starting to look very promising. Next call was to the airline. I called Lufthansa in the UK to get an English speaker, but he just gave me the text book answer about valid Passport, 3 months, blah, blah, blah. He didn’t care if I had Italian residency.
Defeated, I prepared myself for the dreaded conversation I would have Friday night with my husband. “Babe, listen I’ve got something to tell you and you’re not going to be happy. I’m really sorry, but I screwed up. My Passport is going to expire next week and I don’t think I can go to Germany with you.” He took it pretty well, although I know he wasn’t happy about not buying the cancellation insurance and that he would be out €400. He then decided to take a look at his own Passport and residency card to check the expiration and guess what? His residency card will expire two days after we return!
Fast Forward, I have mentally accepted my fate. Saturday rolls around and I am already calling work go reschedule lessons. Why sit around for a week and mope about it right? Then I got a message from a friend who lives in Germany. He told me that he had often travelled on his residency card without a problem and asked if I had talked to the German airline. I replied that I don’t speak German and he told me that they speak English. I immediately got on the phone. Got transferred to the German police and was told that without a doubt I could travel with only my residence card!
So you can just imagine…now it is Saturday morning and I am suddenly back on the list to fly. I made a quick call to make sure the airline didn’t actually cancel my flight (we called the night before to cancel hoping to recoup some money). Then I had to get in gear to pack etc.
No problem! I work well under pressure! Then stage two arrived. I checked us in online the night before. Seats reserved and boarding passes printed, we were back on track. 5 a.m. Arrived and all we had to do was close our suitcases and go. But wait! My husband couldn’t find his documents! How is this possible? He just had them in his hands 48 hours ago. The next 30 minutes went by in a frenzied blur. We both ripped the apartment apart looking for them. This was terrible! Without HIS Passport we both were going nowhere fast and also this was for work, which meant he would have to call Miami and explain what happened. WE WERE FREAKING OUT!
Thankfully, I found it in the bedroom on a chair buried under some pillows. Sweating and running, we got to the airport on time. If anyone went to our apartment right now they would for sure think that we had gotten broken into. The pillows from the couch were tossed onto the floor and desk drawers were left open with papers strewn all about. I should take a photo when we get home…and make him tidy it up, hahaha.
Never a dull moment with the L & E Team.
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