After breakfast we headed for Atlanta. Two thoughts occured to me as we navigated the lanes-where did all of these people come from? and why is there so much distance between entrances to the HOV lane? We made it downtown and thanks to other families who generously shared their consualte experiences found the building easily.
As we walked up the stairs, I saw a beautiful little girl playing with her brother. I took it as a sign of encouragment. The consular's office is on the second floor (thank you Kelli & Lena)- we entered and asked for Maria, who the other families had worked with. We were told we would not see Maria, but a lawyer in the same office. That information made me a bit nervous, but what could we say? After waiting a few minutes, Cristopher called us back and asked for the two pieces of information we were told we would need: our agency's state license and Honduran registration number. We gave him the information we had, but for some reason it was not adequate. I made a quick call to our agency who emailed him the same information and ta-da, he said after we paid a fee he would write our letter. So we did and he did! We found our way to the nearest FedEx store and I took our documents in to mail to our lawyer in Honduras. My only thought was to get our dossier far from me! I copied the letter and was told their computers were down and they would not be able to process our package. No problem- we found another store. I addressed the envelope and gave the very friendly clerk my debit card to pay $130 for shipping. My card wouldn't work...I called David in, he paid, we posed for a picture and handed it over.
