What a journey. Bill was ready to drive up to NY and pick Y up.
Apparently their flight from Kiev was late getting in to JFK, but their flight to TX was delayed three hours, so that shouldn't have been a problem. Here's a quick timeline of what happened:
Saturday:
Arrive at JFK around 6-6:30pm
Go through customs
Wait at correct departure gate for over two hours prior to delayed departure.
The plane leaves without them and about 20 other passengers.
The gate agents say they announced boarding, but something went wrong and over two dozen people missed their flight.
The group is put on "standby" for a flight on Christmas Eve!
FH did some serious scrambling and worked out a deal with Southwest Airlines.
Either Saturday night or Sunday morning:
Take the bus from JFK to the train at Penn Station.
Take the train to Ronkonkoma.
Then another bus or taxi to Islip/Long Island MacArthur Airport.
Sunday:
Depart ISP and stop at BWI and JAN before landing in TX (they did get to stay on the same plane, it just made two stops).
Of course, their arrival in TX was delayed, so they didn't get in until almost 8:30pm.
Because of the holidays, SWA did not have 6 seats on the same flight, so Sv. had to fly with V and Sa. on the earlier flight and the translator, L, flew with Y and T on the later flight. Because Sv. and L were both staying with D, we offered to pick up L and drop her off so that D would not need to make two trips to the airport. This worked out well because we were able to ask Y anything we wanted to, instead of being limited to my limited Russian. I was able to ask him if he was hungry or thirsty and also tell him that I had to work the next morning but that I'd be home by 4pm and he understood me!
As we got within a mile of our house, Y actually started giving us directions on how to get home: "naprava ee nalyeva, da?" (a right and a left, yes?). It's only been two years since he's been here.
The poor child practically jumped out of the car when we pulled in the driveway, pointed to the front door and wanted to know if Squirt (our 65lb pit bull mix) was inside. We told him it was okay to go inside and he was met at the door by Squirt, Nala (our 13yr old rott-dobie mix) and Miko (our 10yr old lab). Goofy, being Goofy (our 1 yr old 105lb lab - think Marley of "Marley & Me"), was still locked in his cage. Bill let the Goofball out and the games began. Everyone wanted Y's attention at the same time. Goofy will make a good guard dog. He sniffed Y once, backed up next to me and then gave a "Who are you and what are you doing here?" bark/growl. I told Goofy it was okay, and he went over to Y, jumped on him and tried to lick his face. Of course, we disciplined Goofy, jumping is not allowed. Kisses are always welcome.
Even the cats remembered him. Y even got 30 almost uninterrupted minutes of cuddling with Squirty on the chair before falling asleep about an hour later. So, we made him go upstairs, said "Spah-koy-noy-no-chye," and went to bed.
My only complaint about this weekend is that the hosting agency was unable to contact any of the host families to tell us that the children did not board the plane as expected. Therefore, we were all waiting at the airport in TX at 3am, not knowing why no kids were coming off the plane. We had to ask the flight crew if there was anyone left and then made the early morning call to FH to find out the details. Hopefully they will be able to fix this problem in the future.
Natalie
TX