The trip out.
ok, so I know i took to long to post this but I'm posting it now, here it is.
On the last Saturday of July I loaded up my car and with Bry headed out to JFK. Bry dropped me off. We must have taken to long to say goodbye b/c the guard started to yell at us to get a move on. So one more kiss and he drove my car back to Pottstown. Chellie's fight from Buffalo, NY was right on time and we waited a while and went over every thing. Then it was onto the plane to Tokyo. It was a 20 hour flight I don't remember much about it, except seeing artic ice pack, frozen salt water...it was really stunning. In Japan we had a two hour layover. We tried to sleep. We met up with the Bravettis just as boarding was called. They were upholding cultural stereotypes of lawyers from Manhattan...
It was a five hour flight to Ho Chi Min City...we were so excited. The airport was mobbed it looked more like 30th station or a bus terminal. There was a crush of people at every door. It was the first time i saw the police wearing kelly green, red, and gold...
We met Lilian, our translator and the rep. of the adoption agency, and we got in a cab. The Bravettis had 12 bags to our 4, it made for a tight spot in the cab. It was 11pm on Sunday...crossing the date line we had lost the weekend somewhere.
On the last Saturday of July I loaded up my car and with Bry headed out to JFK. Bry dropped me off. We must have taken to long to say goodbye b/c the guard started to yell at us to get a move on. So one more kiss and he drove my car back to Pottstown. Chellie's fight from Buffalo, NY was right on time and we waited a while and went over every thing. Then it was onto the plane to Tokyo. It was a 20 hour flight I don't remember much about it, except seeing artic ice pack, frozen salt water...it was really stunning. In Japan we had a two hour layover. We tried to sleep. We met up with the Bravettis just as boarding was called. They were upholding cultural stereotypes of lawyers from Manhattan...
It was a five hour flight to Ho Chi Min City...we were so excited. The airport was mobbed it looked more like 30th station or a bus terminal. There was a crush of people at every door. It was the first time i saw the police wearing kelly green, red, and gold...
We met Lilian, our translator and the rep. of the adoption agency, and we got in a cab. The Bravettis had 12 bags to our 4, it made for a tight spot in the cab. It was 11pm on Sunday...crossing the date line we had lost the weekend somewhere.