Way back in November of last year we said “Ma’salama” to our car, never imagining that it would be 6 months, multiple countries, a revolution, an evacuation, and another move before we saw it again. It’s a good thing we can’t see the future because if I had been given a choice back then, I would have opted out of that wild ride.
But now, 40 days after leaving Egypt and three ship transfers later, the Montero has finally landed on Omani soil. It has been offloaded from the shipping container and is supposed to arrive at the American embassy in a few hours. Then we’ll go check it out and see how it has weathered the thousands of miles and see if it has any visible signs of having been on any wild rides of its own. Hopefully the Egyptian port security didn’t get bored and take it for a joyride . . .
But first, we eat. Lucy has been cooking all morning making lunch and dinner for us. Moussaka and salad for lunch and omelets for dinner. Moussaka is kind of like lasagna made with eggplant instead of noodles. Lucy’s moussaka is even better than lasagna. I guess it is a good thing I can’t see the future, cause I wouldn’t have wanted to opt out of this.
ETA: The eagle has been spotted and it appears to be no worse for wear. Even the sealed box of tools and Caleb’s carseat were untouched. If the timing all works out we may be able to get insurance and temporary plates on the car tomorrow and then we can bring it home for the weekend. The boys can’t wait to each have their own seat belt again. I can’t wait for the yelling in the back seat to cease: “you locked the seatbelt! your elbow is in the way! ouch! mo-om! he won’t move over so I can sit next to Camille!” Oh wait. I’ll still probably hear those complaints, no matter what car we’re riding in.