Our flight home from Huatulco on Sunday was not a direct one. My beloved booked it for Sunday not realizing if we left Tuesday, Westjet flies direct. He always likes to find the most ‘interesting’ routes for us to travel. Which is why, at 9:15pm we are standing in line at Toronto INternational airport to get through customs, worried we might not make our 10:15pm connection to Calgary.
We just do.
We’re the last people on the flight. Not because of long line-ups. There were long line-ups. In Toronto, you go through customs, put your bag on the conveyor belt to continue on its journey, and then enter the airport proper only to have to clear through security again.
When I went through security this time, they asked to open up a parcel in my carry-on. It was bubble-wrapped. A raiku incense burner I’d bought in Todos Santos created by a local artisan.
The security guard was apologetic. They’ve asked me to check it, he says.
It’s okay, I reply with a smile.
He finds a pair of scissors and cuts away the paper wrapped around the bubble wrap.
He pulls out my incense burner, admires it and then helps me package it all up again. The time is 9:40. Our flight has started boarding.
C.C. and I hoof it down the airport towards our gate. It’s not a short walk.
As we walk quickly to where we need to be, my mind reviews the process of rewrapping the package. In the flurry of getting it wrapped up, pulling all the things that were in the bin with it, including C.C.’s wallet, I can’t remember where I put my passport. I dig through my purse as I walk. Check in my carry-on bag as best I can.
I can’t find it.
I ask C.C. if I gave it to him.
He is adamant. I did not.
We get to the gate. The passengers are boarding.
We rummage through my carry-on and his.
No passport. My boarding pass is inside it.
I go to the check-in counter. I tell him what I’m missing and ask him if he can call security. “I don’t have a number to the security desk,” he tells me.
I hoof it all the way back to security.
The same guy who looked inside my package tells me he didn’t see it. He checks with others. checks garbage bins. My passport isn’t there.
It’s 10pm Our flight leaves at 10:15.
I race back to the gate.
C.C. has gone through our bags again. My passport is nowhere.
We go to the desk.
The same check-in agent smiles and tells me not to worry. He gives me the number for Toronto airport to call when I reach Calgary.
I am almost in tears.
He takes my driver’s licence and checks me in without my boarding pass.
C.C. pulls his passport out of his back pocket. Opens it up to his picture and looks at it. Looks at me. Smiles sheepishly and says. “Oh. I do have your passport!”
I look at his face. Look at his outstretched hand where my passport photo stares back at me. I start laughing.
The check-in agent looks at me nervously. He looks at the passport. He too starts to laugh.
C.C. joins in.
We are still laughing as we race down the jetway to the aircraft.
All I can keep saying to C.C. is, “I can’t believe you had my passport all along.”
He too can’t believe it.
Travels with my beloved are filled with their own special adventures.
I’ve promised him I won’t let this one go for quite awhile.
“You know you’ve be reliving this story many times,” I tell him.
He smiles that way that makes my heart do a little happy dance and says, “I know.”
We made it home safe and sound. Beaumont has returned home. A little sulky but happy to see us.
And as to our passports, they are securely stored away until our next adventure. It’s almost a guarantee they’ll be interesting in their own special way!
And as a special little bonus, my daughters organized for a photographer to come and share some time with us while in Todos Santos and to take photos.
The video she’s created is AMAZING. My heart melts every time I watch it (and that’s a lot) 🙂 @marianaleonphoto is very gifted. She’s based in La Paz and spent four hours with us to capture this incredible visual. I feel so blessed and loved.
Photos by Mariana León Fotografía
For those interested in hiring a photographer while on vacation, Alexis, my eldest daughter, searched instagram for photographers in the Todos Santos area to find someone whose work she really liked.
I’m not sure how to load the video so I’ve linked in my Facebook page Watch the video HERE. (You may have to scroll down on my FB page one or two posts)