My family is spread all over the world. Like in many families it's not often we all get to meet up except on special occasions like weddings or funerals.
One of my cousins lives in New York and has lived and worked there for many years. I have been to visit him a few times over the times he has lived there. He is getting married again so we all got an invite.
After a long flight from Heathrow to JFK airport we were first faced with a long long queue to go through immigration. An hour and a half we stood, shuffling just a few paces forward every few minutes. As you do in these situations you speak with complete strangers about how ridiculous it is to be waiting so long. We were chatting with a couple from Scotland who were here to visit their grandson.
We finally got to the front of the queue and got the nod to come forward. The nice young man at the counter got our fingerprints and photos taken. he asked us where we were going to be staying and for how long. then he looked at our customs forms. Finally he stamped my parents passports and handed them back. Then he got a yellow highlighter pen and drew a big yellow line through mine, " come with me" he said and led me away to another room..............( to be continued)
- Posted using BlogPress
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for reading my blog and I look forward to your comments :)