A Thanksgiving Miracle
Remember on the first blog post when I mentioned that we accidentally left an entire bag at my parents house and only discovered it 30 minutes after my dad had driven off into the hellish 5 pm rush hour traffic? Cathy G, queen of dealing with my scattter-brained self since birth, promptly took out the most important items (bag of medicine, contact lenses for 6 months and my black overalls (really the most essential item out of everything in the bag)) and and sent a package via air mail the very next day. It was supposed to arrive in Spain with 10 days.
Now show the montage of Pat, me, or Pat and me together on the phone with 47 different Correos/ADT Postales/Customs employees asking for clarification and re-clarification of all the different forms we had to upload, cut to Pat having a temper tantrum in Seville because we got locked out of his bank account after using the wrong password too many times while attempting to transfer 60 more euros to pay customs for the box, cut again to me taking a close up of my acne-ridden chin and writing an impassioned letter in English and another one in Spanish to a postal worker to please, for the love of God, release my box full of acne medication! Now repeat the montage because this lasted for three months. And then, lo and behold, on Thanksgiving Eve, I received a text from our friend Alex, whose house we stayed in during our first couple weeks in Spain, and where the package was to be sent:
Now show the montage of Pat, me, or Pat and me together on the phone with 47 different Correos/ADT Postales/Customs employees asking for clarification and re-clarification of all the different forms we had to upload, cut to Pat having a temper tantrum in Seville because we got locked out of his bank account after using the wrong password too many times while attempting to transfer 60 more euros to pay customs for the box, cut again to me taking a close up of my acne-ridden chin and writing an impassioned letter in English and another one in Spanish to a postal worker to please, for the love of God, release my box full of acne medication! Now repeat the montage because this lasted for three months. And then, lo and behold, on Thanksgiving Eve, I received a text from our friend Alex, whose house we stayed in during our first couple weeks in Spain, and where the package was to be sent:
Sweet, sweet, sweet overalls. I'll never leave you behind again. I'll also never ship anything internationally again. I want to thank my mother, my husband and all the employees at ADT Postales for making this Thanksgiving miracle happen.
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