Where is Milgwimper?
Okay. I have been holding it off long enough, as to where I am located. But I had such awesome pictures, and my computers are not working with me. Some of you already know where I am located now so no big surprise there.
We landed here after a very long flight. DH made it so that we could sleep on the plane and reach our destination by morning. Yeah, No sleeping for me except for the very last hour before landing, and I was feeling great! Yeah I was in a sleep deprived, home sick zombie like state by the time we landed.
Yeah, ummm. Passports. Lets just say it is better to get it very early before you leave. I got mine while I was vacationing in Michigan before my flight out to N.C.
Okay so I am at the passport control desk in my new country of temporary residence. I have a special passport for living in the country as a dependent of my husband who is working there. The Passport guy is so very jolly and talkative but very efficient. The line steadily flows and then my turn arrives.
He asks for my passport then frowns. I smile and try to look harmless as possible. He flips through it then looks at me and looks back down at my passport. Now of course I have horrible thoughts of being hauled away and interrogated.
"Why are you here?" he asks me looking up form my paperwork.
"I um came here because um my husband has to work here..."I'm kicking myself for tripping over my words, and I start to panic
He looks at me like he can see all the horrible things I have done in the past, and possibly weighs all the things I will do the future. His frown gets bigger.
"Wow I hope there is nothing wrong with my passport." I gulp and kick myself even harder as I try to dislodge the foot in my mouth.
The passport guy frowns even more, and I can see myself in jail calling the embassy for a lawyer. I start to sweat, and really wish that I could go back home.
"How long will you be living here?" He asks slowly flipping through my paperwork.
" I will be here for three years" I barely get this out because I am in a nightmare vision of jail, and me wearing a burlap sack screaming to let me out, and that I wasn't a terrorist.
He smiles and hands me back my passport.” I hope your stay in Germany will be wonderful!" He beams at me and waves me through the door to freedom. I nearly faint as I smile and walk with rubber legs through the door to get my baggage.
Well Germany has been quite good to us, and strange to us too, but my house is still in a half unpacked state. I have no closets, and well with no car and a transportation strike, it interesting trying to get furniture. Food has been good for the most part, and I will get to that soon hopefully. :)
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We landed here after a very long flight. DH made it so that we could sleep on the plane and reach our destination by morning. Yeah, No sleeping for me except for the very last hour before landing, and I was feeling great! Yeah I was in a sleep deprived, home sick zombie like state by the time we landed.
Yeah, ummm. Passports. Lets just say it is better to get it very early before you leave. I got mine while I was vacationing in Michigan before my flight out to N.C.
Okay so I am at the passport control desk in my new country of temporary residence. I have a special passport for living in the country as a dependent of my husband who is working there. The Passport guy is so very jolly and talkative but very efficient. The line steadily flows and then my turn arrives.
He asks for my passport then frowns. I smile and try to look harmless as possible. He flips through it then looks at me and looks back down at my passport. Now of course I have horrible thoughts of being hauled away and interrogated.
"Why are you here?" he asks me looking up form my paperwork.
"I um came here because um my husband has to work here..."I'm kicking myself for tripping over my words, and I start to panic
He looks at me like he can see all the horrible things I have done in the past, and possibly weighs all the things I will do the future. His frown gets bigger.
"Wow I hope there is nothing wrong with my passport." I gulp and kick myself even harder as I try to dislodge the foot in my mouth.
The passport guy frowns even more, and I can see myself in jail calling the embassy for a lawyer. I start to sweat, and really wish that I could go back home.
"How long will you be living here?" He asks slowly flipping through my paperwork.
" I will be here for three years" I barely get this out because I am in a nightmare vision of jail, and me wearing a burlap sack screaming to let me out, and that I wasn't a terrorist.
He smiles and hands me back my passport.” I hope your stay in Germany will be wonderful!" He beams at me and waves me through the door to freedom. I nearly faint as I smile and walk with rubber legs through the door to get my baggage.
Well Germany has been quite good to us, and strange to us too, but my house is still in a half unpacked state. I have no closets, and well with no car and a transportation strike, it interesting trying to get furniture. Food has been good for the most part, and I will get to that soon hopefully. :)
For more entries please go to Some like it Hot The new Url: http://milgwimper.com or http://www.milgwimper.com