After much persuasion that everything would be okay, Gypsy decided to join me on a trip to visit my friends and family in America. I had not seen my mother in a few years (3 to be exact)....after all the events happening to me over the past year in Holland well, I longed to see my family and feel the warm Florida sunshine.
Gypsy wasn't sure about going with me....he felt alot of trepidation about entering Babylon (as he calls it
) ... after all....would immigration let him enter the country? Would he be turned away at the airport for sending seeds all over Babylon? What might be in store waiting for him at immigration? Yes, nerves were on end!
After a long 8 hours nonstop flight, we started our descent into Miami with my face firmly planted in the window by my seat....ahhh, the blue water and palm trees were almost within reach. I recognized and pointed out to Gypsy the many smaller cities which ran down the coastline....'look...there's W. Palm Beach, and that's Ft. Lauderdale, Hollywood, the Hallandale water tower on the beach, N. Miami Beach, Biscayne Bay, the downtown Miami skyscrapers'....then finally the plane touched down. We had landed safely in Miami!
But, would Gypsy be able to clear immigration? He looked quite concerned as we headed there with our carryon bags...he would have to queue up in a line for non-US passport holders and me in a short and quickly moving line for US citizens. Our flight landed about the same time as alot of other international flights from South America had, so needless to say the line was long where he had to queue up. Here we would be separated, so our plan was to meet outside after claiming luggage and clearing customs.
I waited and waited and waited....getting very nervous, what was taking him so long!....were they detaining one of the largest suppliers of seeds to Babylon? My heart raced as I watched frantically as the automatic doors leaving customs opened and closed for any sight of our favorite Gypsy.
After about an hour the big double automatic doors opened and there he was....Gypsy was happily leaving customs and had both feet firmly planted on US soil....hooray!
We were now on our way to pick up the rental car and make our way up I-95 to Boca Raton where we were anxious to get settled into our room at the Boca Resort and Spa and chill out with a nice spliff.
A good friend of mine was already waiting for our arrival with some mighty fine Haze and White Widow buds. He had prepared a welcome package which included plenty of sticky buds, papers, scissors (necessary to help cut up the sticky resinous herb!), a small glass pipe, 420 room deodorizing spray and nifty cinnamon breath strips Room service had already been to visit our room while we were checking in, leaving 2 buckets of ice that contained their signature champagne and a tray of chocolate dipped strawberries dressed up in tuxedos....
Yes, a long awaited vacation and chance to show Gypsy around S. Florida, and later on to my birth state, was finally here!
We have lots of great pics and stories to share with you all, here's one of our first beautiful Florida beach shots.
dg
Gypsy wasn't sure about going with me....he felt alot of trepidation about entering Babylon (as he calls it
) ... after all....would immigration let him enter the country? Would he be turned away at the airport for sending seeds all over Babylon? What might be in store waiting for him at immigration? Yes, nerves were on end!After a long 8 hours nonstop flight, we started our descent into Miami with my face firmly planted in the window by my seat....ahhh, the blue water and palm trees were almost within reach. I recognized and pointed out to Gypsy the many smaller cities which ran down the coastline....'look...there's W. Palm Beach, and that's Ft. Lauderdale, Hollywood, the Hallandale water tower on the beach, N. Miami Beach, Biscayne Bay, the downtown Miami skyscrapers'....then finally the plane touched down. We had landed safely in Miami!
But, would Gypsy be able to clear immigration? He looked quite concerned as we headed there with our carryon bags...he would have to queue up in a line for non-US passport holders and me in a short and quickly moving line for US citizens. Our flight landed about the same time as alot of other international flights from South America had, so needless to say the line was long where he had to queue up. Here we would be separated, so our plan was to meet outside after claiming luggage and clearing customs.
I waited and waited and waited....getting very nervous, what was taking him so long!....were they detaining one of the largest suppliers of seeds to Babylon?
My heart raced as I watched frantically as the automatic doors leaving customs opened and closed for any sight of our favorite Gypsy.After about an hour the big double automatic doors opened and there he was....Gypsy was happily leaving customs and had both feet firmly planted on US soil....hooray!
We were now on our way to pick up the rental car and make our way up I-95 to Boca Raton where we were anxious to get settled into our room at the Boca Resort and Spa and chill out with a nice spliff.
A good friend of mine was already waiting for our arrival with some mighty fine Haze and White Widow buds. He had prepared a welcome package which included plenty of sticky buds, papers, scissors (necessary to help cut up the sticky resinous herb!), a small glass pipe, 420 room deodorizing spray and nifty cinnamon breath strips
Room service had already been to visit our room while we were checking in, leaving 2 buckets of ice that contained their signature champagne and a tray of chocolate dipped strawberries dressed up in tuxedos....Yes, a long awaited vacation and chance to show Gypsy around S. Florida, and later on to my birth state, was finally here!
We have lots of great pics and stories to share with you all, here's one of our first beautiful Florida beach shots.
dg
