I’ve been watching Heels games via FaceTime and my parents’ tv. Here are a couple of screenshots from the end of the game. Yes, that’s Mom. 🙂
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Addie’s here!!!
Addie flew in from Atlanta last night, and she got to be the first one off the plane!
My parents, and my Dad in particular, have been working tirelessly to get together all the paperwork necessary to get our sweet girl down here to us. Beth, our friend and vet who I’ve referenced several times in the blog, was also key in helping us to understand the process. One of the more stressful parts was that everything had to happen within 10 days of her flying down, so there was little room for error.
Addie’s vet records had to be sent from two different vet offices in Raleigh to a vet in Asheville. My dad then took her to the Asheville vet so that vet could fill out this official USDA form saying she was healthy enough to fly. That form was overnighted to NY to the USDA headquarters or whatever for their approval. It was overnighted back to my dad. Dad and I then wrote up an affidavit for him to sign and have notarized. He then drove to Raleigh after spending some time on the phone with the Secretary of State’s office to be sure of exactly what paper’s needed to be notarized and what needed to be apostilled (I had never heard of it either – basically internationally accepted notarizing). His new BFF at that office had the health form apostilled quickly, so he drove back to Asheville that same day.
After all of that, he still had to get the right size crate that was flight approved, buy flight approved hardware for it, make sure the appropriate bedding was in it, tape all of her stuff to the top of it, write all of our info on it with a Sharpie, then, b/c he loves her and us, he drove all the way to Atlanta so she could have a direct flight!!! He had to get her there about 5 hours early just because that’s what Delta insists upon, and the poor dog wasn’t allowed to get out of her crate during that whole time even though Dad offered to stay and walk her before she boarded the plane. This is her in the Delta cargo area. She looks happy enough! They let her keep her favorite raccoon toy with her (they put it in the crate after the photo)!
Phew! So on our end, we had to turn in a form at least three days prior to her arrival asking for home quarantine. We also had to figure out how we were going to manage to get to the right part of the airport between 9:10 pm (her arrival time) and 11 pm (closing time) so we could bring her home last night. The best way I know how to do anything that involves the government or any kind of red tape is to call our friend Jorge. He knows everyone, he’s charming, and he knows how to get things done.
Of course Jorge just happened to know a woman who I understood to be someone who worked in the customs department at the airport. I imagined a younger woman who just happened to be the one at the counter where we would need to go. Jorge also has a neighbor with a big van that Addie’s crate would fit into. Great. Ready to go.
When we got there, Jorge told me that this contact of his actually works with Presidents and diplomats that visit Panama. She’s kind of a big deal. She’s around 60 or so and was pretty intimidating. While Eric waited with Jorge and his friend, she ushered me past security and to a window where I (nervously) exchanged my passport for some kind of security clearance. All the while, she was yelling at people to get things done and read the emails she just sent them and generally being completely in charge of everything. I was just doing my best to understand her accent.
She eventually took me to a room that smelled a little like dogs and a little like plants that said something about the department of quarantine….something…where I was asked to sit on an old leather couch. Occasionally people came in and out to watch parts of the baseball game that was on. I spent most of the time responding to WhatsApp messages from Eric who seemed to be freaking out wondering where his dog was, but was actually just really really bored and/or jealous because he wasn’t playing super fancy airport person with me. The long and short of it is that after about 40 minutes, I found out that Addie’s plane had come in early, but didn’t have a gate, so they had had to wait. But the second they got to a gate, she was rushed straight to me, thanks to Jorge’s friend. I still don’t know her name. We were treated as total VIPs. It was amazing.
Seeing Addie for the first time was so exciting, although I didn’t get to enjoy it for long because I was on Important Lady’s time and we were always in a hurry. We took Addie out to the boys then went back upstairs to retrieve my passport. Jorge then informed me that I was supposed to give this woman a big tip – I was thinking like a Southerner and wondering what kind of thank you note and gift were appropriate! – so I “slyly” handed her a good sum of money and thanked her profusely. Had we not had her and Jorge, I have no idea how we would’ve managed to get Addie out of there.
Eric quickly got Addie to some grass, then allowed me to take a few pictures to show my parents that Addie had arrived safely.
Then we headed HOME! She took about 30 minutes to check out the apartment, to figure out all the many doors to the balcony and how that worked, and to catch up on her water consumption.
This morning I took her for a walk around 8:30 our time, and it was already pretty hot. She was panting pretty hard when we got back. I think we might need to get her hair cut so she can withstand the weather here! At least there is plenty of cool floor for her to lay on.
And anyone who knows her will not be too surprised to hear that she immediately took to placing pieces of food all over the apartment. She even has some carefully “hidden” in the carpet. Perfect.
Tracking down the church & Texting us for Free!
First I want to share photos from our going-away party last week. Eric’s brother, Ray, and his wife, Jennifer, were incredibly welcoming to all of our friends and family as they shared their home with everyone for a big send-off party on January 3. Jennifer prepared an amazing spread that everyone enjoyed, there was a full bar, the last of the wine and beer from our wedding (7 months later!), and tons of friends and family who drove from all over to wish us well. Our sweet friends Jake and Brittany even drove all the way from Pittsboro (over an hour?!) after another party to be with us. It was all very special, and we felt very loved. Here are some photos from that night. I just regret that we didn’t get one of our hosts!
So back to our adventures in Panama. Yesterday we had planned to go to the Iglesia Presbiteriana de Panama – the Presbyterian Church of Panama – at 11:30 am for worship service. Let me set the scene first. You might imagine that there are not many Presbyterian churches in Panama, but what you might not imagine is that there are actually only TWO in the whole country. And this one happened to be diagonally across the street from our building. Amazing. They have a Facebook page, so I checked it out, trying to figure out how big of a church could fit inside this building with a shop advertising cement work, painters, etc. Here are some of the photos I found.
So we left our place with the necessary two minutes to walk over to the church, but when we arrived…it was completely empty. Why? Because Panama. (I don’t know if I’ve explained that response before, but whenever something doesn’t make sense and one of use asks why it is the way that it is, the answer is “Because Panama.”)
Turns out they had decided to meet at an apartment across town at 3 pm instead, and they offered to call me to give me directions. I facebooked them back, explaining that I got really nervous speaking Spanish on the phone, and since there are no addresses in Panama and directions are confusing anyway, maybe it’s better that they just facebook me back with directions. She quickly wrote back asking for my phone number. Perfect.
My phone immediately rang. I took a deep breath, and Eric started laughing at me. This very nice woman said hello, then started giving me the most convoluted directions ever. I asked her if she could please slow down a little, but she gave up on me and handed the phone to her husband, who I later found out was the pastor and the most difficult man to understand in all of Panama. As you might imagine, that didn’t go well either, although he didn’t give me much of a chance either. He ended up telling me he was going to call his English speaking friend and he would have that guy call me.
My phone rang again, and a nice guy with a South Carolina accent said “Hey, this is Michael Lee. I’m a missionary with MTW, and Pablo said you need directions.” Wonderful! Lo and behold, he couldn’t give me directions either. Why? Because Panama. After a couple of minutes, he decided that it was just easier to meet us at the metro station and walk with us to the apartment. When some of the streets have two names, some of them have signs and some don’t, none of the buildings have addresses, and only some of them have clearly marked names on the buildings.
Anyway, we got to the apartment and found out that the whole “church” that would be at the service would be the missionary couple (Michael and his wife Tricia), the two Panamanians I spoke to on the phone (the pastor, Pablo, and his wife, Elisabeth), and Eric and me. That’s it. From what I could gather, it’s a weird transition time for the church. It’s normally very small, as you could see from the photos, but there are also old missionaries going out and new ones coming in. Michael and Tricia only got to Panama on Wednesday, the day before we arrived. But the result was a nice experience for us. We had the opportunity to worship with these folks in a VERY intimate setting, the challenge of hearing a fast-speaking Panamanian pastor’s sermon, and the luxury of translators to ease any awkwardness that might otherwise have arisen. I still spoke mostly Spanish while I was there, even when the South Carolinians spoke English to Eric and/or me.
We ended up spending three hours with these two couples, mostly just chatting about the Lees’ past missionary experiences in Mexico and language school in Costa Rica, Pablo and Elisabeth’s experiences trying to grow the church, as well as general talk about Panamá and the Interior, as the part of the country outside “Panama City,” as we Gringos call it, is called. It was intellectually taxing, but a good experience overall. It was also good to add phone numbers to our contact lists.
That brings me to WhatsApp. Does anyone use this? This is a great way to text me for free while we’re here. Download the App, then add me as a contact in your regular contacts list on your phone with the phone number +507-6759-6620. I should pop up in WhatsApp. You can text me through that for free, rather than us having to pay to text internationally. Everyone down here uses it because texting is expensive here. Eric thinks it’s stupid and just uses Google Messenger or whatever, which is fine too, if you want to be like that.
Eric’s number is +507-6759-6633.
The night ended with a little chicken schwarma at a place right outside the metro. Lovely. And relaxing.









