Me and The Cute, are back. Safe and sound, taller (her), thinner (both of us – mostly me) and very talkative (both of us). We arrived back in US of A juuuust in time for a fantastic Thanksgiving dinner, courtesy of The Cute’s great grandmother. Speaking of which, I have to get her squash recipe!
However, things didn’t look that promising one day before we were to fly. In fact they looked real bad and downright dangerous.
You see, in late November, things were strange in Europe. France had just gotten the attacks. Threats were announced everyday, seemingly everywhere, from England to Italy. Russian passenger planes had been tragically hit, Germany almost got hit in an athletic event. And hours – just hours – before our flight (which included changing planes in Turkey), a very hot diplomatic episode happened between Turkey and Russia.
I feverishly checked all available flights so I book a different one. They all seemed to pass over or through a warzone. Didn’t I tell you how I am an overly afraid mom? Well, I had a baby and in my mind, she had to be saved and therefore she had to be evacuated. By the best means and at all costs.
So, I called the US embassy.
And I used all the important key-words like “emergency”, “evacuate”, “citizen” and “baby”.
The embassy employee didn’t sound impressed and told me to call next day between 9 and 5.
Took me four hours to realize that, I was in a country with no threats and no attacks. That I called the embassy to evacuate from a – relatively – safe and stable country because somewhere else in the world, bad things were happening.
And I started laughing thinking of how I must have sounded in my mommy-panic and how the employee must have felt when I called him to “evacuate a baby”. 😀
Ok…On retrospect…Perhaps, I was
a tad overreacting…
Oh well, all is good now. We got safely back, we had a great TG dinner the next day and we have even half-decorated the house. Which seems to be a pattern this year – judging by the houses in the area, a lot of us are late birds.
How about you? All ready by now?
(If you have a tip on how to persuade my husband to finish putting up the lights, let me know!)