Photoshop Peru

We have always gotten a good giggle out of our official photos taken here for new ID’s or passports. They majorly airbrush our faces and put color on our cheeks and lips. Today, Maggie’s teacher gave me her USB to copy off the graduation pics from her class. I got a really great giggle out of seeing these! I thought I would share. I love that they photoshopped entire scenes back behind them. It doesn’t look fake at all. 😉

Maggie Graduation Pic BEFORE…

 

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and AFTER…

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This next one is my favorite.

Maggie’s class picture where it was actually taken…

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And the new and improved photoshopped Arequipa edition…

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Isn’t that great!? Ha!

Photoshop Peru

CT–AQP “lasts” 2014

One thing that experts say is good for expats to do before leaving one of their “homes” is to make a list of their favorite places and plan a “last” visit in order to say goodbye. My kids will return to the states with their Pop and Gram on December 28. We have 29 days left to say some goodbyes. It is a good thing that some of them overlap.

The boy. Our sweet, Cohen Timothy. You entered the world as an Arequipeño looking like this…

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You will leave as an Arequipeño looking like this…

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taken in the Yanahuara Plaza by Eternity Fotos

You couldn’t be more excited to go to Pop’s farm in less than a month. You have no clue what is about to take place.

You cried that Manuela wouldn’t be at the house the last time we returned to Arequipa. You are upset when you don’t get to say goodbye to her when she leaves for the day. When we dropped Etelvina off after spending the afternoon with her, you cried that she wouldn’t come to the house to spend the night. (Ha!) You have such a tender heart, and you have won the hearts of two Peruvian grandmothers for sure. You will miss them so much, but you are so young, your memories will probably only be captured by the pictures we have taken, and believe me, I have taken plenty. 😉

I still thought it would be fun to ask you about your AQP favorites. You have completed an entire year of preschool all in Spanish with your 3 year old class. We are so proud of you. You will change so much by the time we return for our first visit back.

Places to visit:

  1. the playground close to our ASA house
  2. the café (unfortunately, it shut down a few months back)

Foods to eat:

  1. Ají de Gallina
  2. chicken enchiladas (apparently AQP style)
  3. apples and strawberry/vanilla yogurt
  4. Queso Helado

What is one of your favorite memories of living in Arequipa?

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What is your favorite Arequipa dish?

 Ají de Gallina

What will you miss the most about living here?

 Daddy and Mommy and Manuela (you apparently understand that we aren’t going with you in December)

What are you most excited about moving to the states?

the playroom (Pop and Gram’s) and playing with bicycles and basketballs outside and their playground castle

Anything else???

I am going to miss my playroom upstairs.

 

CT–AQP “lasts” 2014

MK–AQP “lasts” 2014

One thing that experts say is good for expats to do before leaving one of their “homes” is to make a list of their favorite places and plan a “last” visit in order to say goodbye. My kids will return to the states with their Pop and Gram on December 28. We have 29 days left to say some goodbyes. It is a good thing that some of them overlap.

Maggie Kate, you were our first AQP-born TCK. You were a full head of hair with two giant blue eyes…

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and we are leaving Perú with you looking like this…

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taken in the Yanahuara Plaza by Eternity Fotos

You are in Kindergarten with your big promoción (Kinder graduation) coming up at the end of the month. You are so excited to get to wear a “princess dress” like your sister did for her graduation (we will rent the dress). Your class picked the color “lila” which is the same color as Sophia the First. 😉 We are excited for you, and what makes your graduation extra special is that Pop and Gram will get to be here for it!

You told me in the taxi this morning that Daddy told you (while I was gone somewhere) that it’s okay to be sad this coming month. You know we are moving back to the states, but you are at such a great age to make the transition. I am so delighted that you completed all three years of preschool in Spanish. Now, you are most excited to get to live near your cousin Ruby and to start in a new school.

It was a little bit harder to get your “lasts” recorded, but we will try our best to make your last memories here some of your best! We love our Maggicita!!!

Places to visit:

  1. the zoo (your school just had a field trip there this past Friday)
  2. Shaye and Cora’s house

Foods to eat:

  1. Manuela´s Ají de Gallina (surprise, surprise. It is on the menu for every other week until you leave!)
  2. Etelvina´s Papa a la Huancaína (We are making a date to eat this with her while Pop and Gram are here.)
  3. King Burger (I had to write it out just as you said it. It’s Burger King, and it tickles us that you have nooooooo idea what a good hamburger should taste like. Living on an angus beef farm for 6 months should cure that.)
  4. Chili’s cheese dip (you would request this at almost every restaurant birthday meal)

 

What is one of your favorite memories of living in Arequipa?

going to Shaye and Cora’s house and play with each other

What is your favorite Arequipa dish?

Ají de Gallina and Papa a la Huancaína

What will you miss the most about living here?

 Miss Yomara (your teacher that you have had for all three years of preschool)

What are you most excited about moving to the states?

We will see Ruby and Sam… and Judah, and that I am going to start a new school.

Anything else???

  • I am going to miss my best friend from my school, Ana Paula.
  • I am so excited about my promoción!
MK–AQP “lasts” 2014

AG–her AQP “lasts” 2014

One thing that experts say is good for expats to do before leaving one of their “homes” is to make a list of their favorite places and plan a “last” visit in order to say goodbye. My kids will return to the states with their Pop and Gram on December 28. We have 29 days left to say some goodbyes. It is a good thing that some of them overlap.

Anastasia Grace, we brought you to Perú looking like this…

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taken right before coming in 2008

We are leaving Perú, and you have turned into this…

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taken right before coming in 2008

Where does the time go? You are very aware of what is taking place. Your daddy and I have already seen your emotions come out about the move that approaches. You are nervous, scared, happy, excited, apprehensive… all at the same time. Kinda like me. 😉 You are a lot like me because you show your emotions, and it usually comes out in the form of tears. We have told you that it is okay to be sad. It is okay to cry. It is even okay to be mad at us. But it is not okay to not talk about it. It is not okay to lash out at others around you. This will certainly be a journey for all of us, and we realize that out of all three children, you ‘get it’ the most.

Sweet girl, you were born in the states, but you call Arequipa home. You have your favorites, and when I asked you some questions about places you’d like to see and “say good-bye” to before leaving, you didn’t hesitate. I want to remember this list. It will be fun to look over years from now. It will be even more fun for you to visit these places when you come back to AQP for a college summer internship 😉 .

We love you, Anita. What a journey you have already had in this life.

Places to visit:

  1. your jardín at Francisco Rojas School, specifically to say goodbye to your preschool teacher, Miss Kathya
  2. “Ana’s park”–as we call it. It was the great big park that sat diagonally across from our house in Miraflores.
  3. Manuela’s house in Naranjal
  4. the Plaza de Armas

Foods to eat:

  1. crab empanadas and ceviche (good choice, girl. Since it’s on my list too, maybe we should go twice?!)
  2. Manuela’s Atomatada
  3. anticuchos (beef heart) and picarones at Festejo on Ejercito
  4. Ibérica Chocolate
  5. the Lambramani food court
  6. Manuela´s Adobo

 

What is one of your favorite memories of living in Arequipa?

Our church… we get to see our friends, and sometimes Arelí takes us out.

What is your favorite Arequipa dish?

 That’s a hard one. I have two. Crab empanadas and Adobo.

What will you miss the most about living here?

 I will miss Manuela the most, because I love her dishes (food) and where she lives.

What are you most excited about moving to the states?

Going to a new school and making new friends

Anything else???:

  • I love Misti, because it reminds me about friends and family from our church in Arequipa.
  • I am excited that I will still get to see Shaye in the United States.
  • I am going to miss all of my friends in school, especially my teacher named Miss Angela.
AG–her AQP “lasts” 2014

Thanksgiving 2014

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I am at that point where I all I can think about is the sadness of leaving Peru. That is a really miserable place to be. It isn’t constant, but it hits quite frequently now. My kids will move in less than a month. That is crazy. And I don’t want to think about it, but I have to.

This marks our last Thanksgiving in Peru. We have spent 6 Thanksgivings here. Our dear sweet Manuela has spent every single Thanksgiving with us. This year, with the new families present, we decided to celebrate Thanksgiving as a team on the Saturday after Thanksgiving (which is tomorrow). When I told Manuela this, her facial expression told all. She was truly bummed. So since she works for us on Thursdays, I decided to make a Thanksgiving meal for just our family and include her. It was so special to celebrate with some of our favorite family dishes and share them with her. And she kept telling me “thank you” over and over again.

Some of my family was together on the actual day, and I am always sad to miss out on family gatherings, but I dealt with it okay. We have made our own Thanksgiving and Christmas traditions here in Peru with our children and with our team. It seems normal now to be away from home, even if it still makes me sad to miss out on being with them. Yesterday, as I was preparing the food, I reflected on missing home and how I felt compared to years past. I vividly remember bawling my eyes out as I cooked by myself that first Thanksgiving there in our first apartment in Yanahuara. I also happened to be pregnant with Maggie, but if you know me, I cry easily when I am not pregnant. I missed being with siblings and parents terribly, and it makes it so much harder when you know that they are all together without you. The first holiday season was definitely the hardest. But as the years passed, it got much easier.

So this year, it is just a super weird feeling. I don’t know why we chose to move right after the holidays. It is a super emotional time without the extra emotions that come with moving from a place. Thanksgiving morning, Cohen was running a high fever and had absolutely no appetite. Ana had the chicken pox last week without the first symptoms. All the kids have been vaccinated, but we are waiting to see if Cohen wakes with pox tomorrow morning. He has consistently run a fever for two straight days now. That was bummer #1.

Thankfully, I was able to participate in our little family Thanksgiving with Manuela. I made my Granny’s yeast rolls, 2 of my MIL’s casseroles, my mom’s sweet potato casserole, and I did what was easiest and bought rotisserie chickens. I also had a can of jellied cranberry to add to the mix (that I was able to buy in the states last month) and made a pumpkin pie. We ended up watching the Macy’s Day Parade from last year (ha!), and it was a fun time even though the boy was sick.

Today, I made everything in prep for our team Thanksgiving. I was stuck at home all day with a sick Cohen… poor thing. We also had a dinner date with some of our dearest Peruvian friends, but because Cohen was still running a fever, we had to cancel. Reality set in tonight that I wouldn’t be able to take Cohen to our team Thanksgiving tomorrow which is just all around a big, fat bummer. It is our last chance to celebrate a team Thanksgiving, something we have done with the Smith family for the six Thanksgivings we have been in Peru, and I am going to miss it. As I was moping about this fact, it dawned on me that I am supposed to have a list of all my kitchen stuff ready to sell next week for people to see.

I love my kitchen. Cooking and baking is therapy for my soul, but I realized tonight that these were the last Thanksgiving pies I would be baking here. And almost all of my kitchen stuff, I will be selling in less than a month. It seems so silly, but I started bawling my eyes out that I would be losing all the stuff that created such beautiful memories for us in the form of food, hosting, and holidays. And can I just tell you that my Christmas Kenny G. music was NOT HELPING with the emotions I was feeling. Some Christmas music can be so depressing!

So… I guess it has definitely begun. The downward spiral of having to let go of all the things that have made Peru “home” over the last 6+ years. I wish there was a happy ending to this blog post, but as of now, there isn’t. I would be super joyful if Cohen just has a 48 hour bug and wakes with no chicken pox tomorrow. 🙂 Here’s to hoping.

I thought it would be fun to record some of my Thanksgiving memories from our years here:

1. The Williams spent Thanksgiving with us our first year here in Yanahuara.

2. Alfredo, who was just our language teacher at the time, invited us over to his mom’s house to have Thanksgiving with the peace corps volunteers. His mom made a big turkey, and I remember some of our language teachers coming over.

3. Cutting up broccoli for “Green Rice” made me want to vomit. I was having really bad morning sickness with Maggie our first Thanksgiving. I couldn’t stand the smell of Rotisserie chicken and I was so thankful for Larissa’s frozen fruit cups that she made (they were the only thing that sounded good to me).

4. In order to make a casserole here, there are no cans of cream of “fill in the blank.” I learned from my language teacher, Elsa, that I could buy a packet of soup mix and mix it with milk. From trial and error, I learned that one soup packet mixed with one cup of milk made something very close to cream and condensed soup.

5. I figured out how to make homemade Cheesewiz b/c of Thanksgivings here. Two of Greg’s favorite casseroles have that as an ingredient.

6. Yeast rolls always come out dry in high altitude.

7. Pecan pies have to be cooked on the stove top first, before baking in the oven, if you don’t want a Pecan Pie volcano eruption in the oven.

8. I have still never prepared a turkey. When Rachel lived here for her 2 year apprenticeship, she prepared the turkey. It was so good when she made it.

9. The Finns brought donuts to Thanksgiving when they lived here. 🙂

10. I learned that sweet potato casserole with the pecan/butter/brown sugar topping is one of Kyle Smith’s love languages. It was always a joy to hear him tell me how much he liked my casserole. (I am sending a huge casserole with Greg to the team meeting tomorrow.)

11. Larissa is an awesome Thanksgiving organizer. I also loved that we rotated back and forth from our houses like families do.

12. We invited Peruvians our second year to dinner, but that was the last because there were too many to feed. One year, we invited a bunch of our Peruvian friends to just have the dessert part. That was a lot of fun.

13. There is a large gourd here that I have used for making pumpkin puree. Last year, Adela actually sold small pie pumpkins. I learned how to make homemade pie filling while here.

14. Greg’s mom was here for Cohen’s first Thanksgiving. That was pretty special to share that with her.

15. Thanksgiving will be huge this year (fifteen adults and nine kids). Kyle is preparing a Turducken. We planned a Thanksgiving blow-out since it is our last. What a bummer that I won’t be there for it.

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The little lights aren’t twinkling, Clark.

I am not one to put out Christmas decorations or listen to Christmas music until at least after Thanksgiving. This year has been different. I am dreading the tearful goodbyes that I know will come during this Christmas season. Dad and Mom arrive on the 17th, and they will be taking the kids on the 28th back to the states. So… all that aside,

I decided to start listening to our Christmas music early. I am really enjoying it. I made cookies this week. Ana, who has a mild case of chicken pox, has been cooped up in the house with me this week. She asked if we could get the Xmas decor out of the box. I took the majority of our decorations back to TN in October, but I kept our stockings and several homemade adornments the kids have made me in our time here. I sold our tree, garland, and lights after the 2013 Christmas season to Manuela’s family. I am glad I did, but we can’t have Christmas without a tree! So… Ana and I decorated today while Maggie and Cohen were in school. This afternoon, we blasted the Christmas music, and all three of the kids and I made homemade ornaments and a paper tree.

Take that, “international move that isn’t going to take our Christmas tree away!” I miss the string of lights, but the kids seemed very happy with our large homemade tree. We are going to make the most out of Christmas cheer until it isn’t so cheerful. 🙂 Making memories 2014!

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Ana enjoyed helping me make an advent calendar.
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Ana enjoyed helping me make an advent calendar.
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Ana enjoyed helping me make an advent calendar.
The little lights aren’t twinkling, Clark.

Home

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photo credit to Eternity Fotos

Home is where the heart is, right? Or is home where you feel the most comfortable, where you were born, where you actually live out life?

One of my dearest friends attended a missionary re-entry class at the Global Missions Conference last month. She was trying her best to learn some things to help us with our upcoming transition. One of the little nuggets of wisdom that she shared with me is to never tell returning expats, “Welcome Home.” Instead, one should use a simple, “Welcome back.”

This is a wise thing to do. I certainly won’t hold it against anyone who tells me “welcome home” in January, but for our children, it isn’t home. We moved to Arequipa when Ana still had a paci and was just barely starting to speak English. We enrolled her in a Spanish-speaking preschool while we attended language classes, and she became fluent in Spanish along with English. Her memories of her “home” country are only traced through pictures that we took of her.

Just the other day, I was teaching her the pledge of allegiance and our national anthem so she would have a clue. The girl can recite every verse of the Peruvian national anthem (and there are a lot of them I assure you) by heart. Where do you think she calls home?

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While Ana only has a US passport, her younger two siblings are actually Peruvian. Both Maggie and Cohen were born right here in Arequipa. I honestly don’t think Cohen had any real idea of the states until our last visit, because of his age. They are both speaking Spanish, and when they speak English, they mix up the sentence structure because they literally translate the Spanish to English in their head.

The only place they have ever referred to as “going home” is our house in Arequipa.

They know their grandparents and uncles and aunts, but they have more collective memories with their Peruvian abuelos and tios and tias at this point in their lives.

They are our three little Peruanos, and for them, Arequipa is home.

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So don’t welcome them “home” when you see them in January. Maybe it will become home in the future to them, but their home is where the llamas live, where big red and white flags flap in the breeze, where a huge volcano towers off in the distance from the city, where Manuela cooks delicious Aji de Gallina for them and Etelvina offers to make Papa a la Huancaina. Arequipa is home, because Arequipa is where their hearts are. And a big chunk of their Daddy and Momma’s hearts are in Arequipa also.

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photo credit to Eternity Fotos

I am confident that our hearts will rest in new places that we will call our new home. But for now, two months from today to be exact, a “welcome back” will do.

Home

Furlough Funnies 2014

Greg to Ana before leaving, “Ana, what are you most excited to do in the United States?” Ana responds, “I really can’t wait to see whether or not Aunt Kristin says I do.” Greg, “What is the second thing?” Ana, “Well, I can’t wait to go to church. I just love going to Bible class.” 🙂 Such a missionary kid answer from a kid that does Bible class with kids all younger than her.

Ana referring to the restaurant we pulled into, “Oh man. I LOVE Chicken-Fillet.”

Cohen being scared of the automatic toilet in the airport.

My mom purchased several different dresses for Ana to try on for the wedding. Ana to me, “Momma, did she buy this or rent it?” (Peru is a rental culture)

waiting for Pop as he looked through cows. We kept getting whiffs of farmland (aka manure) Maggie to me, “Momma, why does it smell like Peruvian cheese right here?” Ha!

 

Furlough Funnies 2014

Last––international trip with kids (for awhile)

I finally feel like we are back in action in our AQP lives. Taking an international trip always gets me out of sink. But we made it home safely, and we are prepared and still preparing for this permanent international move just a few short months away.

This was our last international trip with kids for the year because my parents will be joining us for Christmas and then taking the three kids back home with them. Greg and I will hang out in AQP a bit longer to wrap up selling our things and being with the church. I wanted to journal a few things that went on with the travels (it can’t ever be an easy trip for us).

The Day We Were Leaving

It was Tuesday. I had been packed for 2 weeks. It was my library day. The kids were in school, and Greg was at home finishing up some things. Our flight was the last one to leave AQP (around 9:20 that night). Life was good and calm.

10:00 am: I receive a call from Greg on my cell phone at school. It was weird that he was calling me, because he knows not to interrupt my classes. I was actually observing my teammate teach the lesson so I could step out and answer the phone. What he had to share with me caused a “Megan McKinzie burst out in tears” episode. Greg discovered while trying to check us in on-line that BOTH of Maggie’s passports were out-of-date. She turned five back in July, and we KNOW they are only good for five years. This mistake was completely on us. He told me I needed to come home immediately. I know the school staff thought someone had died, but I knew what this news meant. Maggie could not travel with us. I prayed she could travel at all.

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all morning and afternoon: Thankfully, Manuela was cooking lunch and would be home with the kids. We pulled Maggie out of class. A short little funny is that she asked me why I was pulling her out early. I told her it was an emergency. When we entered our house she looked at me confused. She asked why the house wasn’t on fire, because I had said it was an emergency. (Ha!)

We rushed over to the notary’s office that we always use. It was closed (of course). You see, when a parent leaves the country with their children here in Peru, they must have a notarized letter of permission from the other parent saying they can take the trip. We knew Greg would be staying back with Maggie and I would be traveling alone with Ana and Cohen. This is where living in Peru for 6 years and having Peruvian family comes in handy. Greg called one of our closest friends, Alfredo, and he has a friend that works in a notary office in a different area of town. He arranged for us to have an emergency meeting with the guy at 3 that afternoon. Whew.

After picking Mags up from school we took a taxi over to the immigrations office. Here, we stood in line waiting to hear if it would be possible to get her Peruvian passport renewed. Things take FOREVER here, but miraculously, they issue new passports in one day. After lots of copying (and a trip back home because we didn’t have one of the required documents) and a trip to the bank (because all payments are done through the national bank), Maggie had her new picture taken, and we were to return at 2 pm to pick up her new passport. (Note to expats in Peru: you MUST have their DNI to renew. They won’t take their birth certificate. Cohen doesn’t have his DNI yet, but we had gotten Maggie’s. If we had not shown her DNI, the process would have taken two weeks!).

Greg had spoken with the US embassy earlier. What stinks about embassy stuff is that it has to be taken care of in Lima. That is why I knew that for sure, Maggie could not be traveling with us that evening. Also, Wednesday happened to be a holiday (like every other day here), and the embassy said they would see him for an emergency appointment for Thursday morning. Bummer, but they told him that they were certain they could issue Mags an emergency passport, and he could go ahead and purchase their tickets. (Yes, as in purchase two whole new tickets to the states. This is why you keep an emergency fund as missionaries.)

We had to get special pictures taken for Maggie’s US passport. We went to a photo place to have them printed, and they told us to wait 15-20 minutes to pick them up. We walked down to a food court to wait and bought Maggie an ice cream. Now, I need to just state right now that I am not good at not freaking out in situations like this. Peru life has certainly caused me to be more flexible but nobody wants to tell their extremely excited five-year-old that she won’t be traveling to the states with her momma and siblings. Well, Maggie blew me away. As she sat across from Greg and me licking that ice cream cone, she exclaimed, “This is the best day ever! I get ice cream, and I am the only one with momma and daddy!” (middle child syndrome much??) I just looked over at Greg and smiled. I needed that.

We picked up her pictures, dropped her off at the house, and Manuela graciously agreed to stay late with the kids while we went to finish off all the pick-ups and notary business.

We went over to immigrations and picked up the Peruvian passport… easy-peasy. We then took a taxi (I think we spent around $50 in taxi rides that day which is a lot for Peruvian standards!) over to the notary office. After about an hour, we had our letters to travel with our Peruvian babies (the law is for Peruvians only). Whew. Done.

It was a blessing for all of us to travel to Lima together. Our dear friends in Lima, the Thompsons, were able to keep Greg and Maggie. We said our goodbyes after I checked in with the two kids and parted ways.

Ana and Cohen were fantastic. No whining. They helped with the carry-ons. Our last stop before the American flight that would take us to the home of the brave was customs. Here, I always have to show Cohen’s Peruvian passport for leaving, and I have to show the notarized letter of permission. All was good, until the woman checking it all asked me to show my letter to another gentleman and to show my visa (and Ana’s) because we just recently obtained our resident visas. He asked me for my letter to travel with Ana. I explained that she was a US born resident, and only Peruvians needed the letter. He made a call for his supervisor to come over. The supervisor explained that because we have resident status, by law Ana has to have a letter of permission to leave the country as well. My heart sunk, and in my best “Megan McKinzie burst into tears” fashion, I pleaded and begged them to let us through. By the grace of those kind men, they allowed us to pass (they are sticklers when it comes to this law. I think it helped that I did have the letter for Cohen). Thank God!

We arrived to our gate, and we boarded 10 minutes from arriving. Whew.

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my two little travel buddies

We arrived to Dallas on-time (always a blessing), and we went down to claim our luggage. We waited and waited. I was missing one bag. I finally decided to ask the baggage claim people. They told me to see the baggage people in Nashville and to go ahead and get to my flight. Time was close.

We headed off (with our 6 suitcases and carry-ons). We made it through customs quickly, and we found the train that would take us to our terminal. We were about 20 minutes from boarding time. Perfect time to get there, use the restroom, and board… or so I thought.

The train started, and after arriving at the next stop, it took about 10 minutes for the doors to close again. The next stop was the same except that it wouldn’t start at all. The train was having technical difficulties. All I could think was, “Are you kidding me?!?”

We completely pulled a home alone airport run through 1.5 terminals. Cohen has never run that much in his life. At one point, I had my backpack on my front, Cohen on my back, holding my big bag, and Ana running with the roller carry-on. We were one gate away (and I could hear the “Last call for Flight “whatever it was”) and one of those handicapped golf cart things came rolling up. I told the guy we were about to miss our flight and he let us jump on. We made it! We were exhausted and sweaty, but we made it! Praise the Lord. You know it’s bad when the flight attendant asks if she can serve you some water when just sitting down on the plane.

From there, it was smooth sailing into Nashville where Dad picked us up, and all was well. (24 hours past the time of all the drama that occurred)

What a trip.

***Oh yeah. American Airlines was fantastic in delivering my missing bag the same day directly to my parents’ home.

***Also, Maggie had a blast with the Thompson kids in Lima and getting alone-time with her Daddy. All went well for her US passport and they arrived Friday morning in time for the first day of wedding activities.

The trip home

Our return trip was not that eventful. Besides the customs in Lima asking us about the Daggett suitcase and pulling out a pizza oven (!!!)… Greg had back soot all over his hands. Ha! Everything went well. We are home. We are safe. Maggie has the most expensive passports we have ever seen (hehehe), and we are blessed to be completing our final leg in AQP.

These kids are fantastic. They are such great international travelers.

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Last––international trip with kids (for awhile)