In the Spring of 2007, my mom called me up to ask if I'd be interested in taking Gus to Belgium for a few weeks in the summer. SHe had soken with her friend GiGi, and was able to get us jumpseat passes for $300 bucks a piece. If you've ever flown to Europe on a whim in the summer, youknow that the cost is usually at least $1200 per person, so I was like HECK Yeah!! Thanks again GiGi, you really are an angel! The only drawback, was that Jamie wouldn't be able to go, he had to work in Memphis, but like always, Jamie was all for Gus and I getting to spend more quality time together.
So on July 17 2007, Mom, Gus and I set out on our journey across the pond. We were do excited, Gus was just beyond himself, smiling constantly. You see, Gus is a born traveler, he popped into this world, stayed put 2 weeks, then began his first trip across 13 states, to visit all his family and friends, and he really never complained. He loved his car seat and the views of the world passing him by. What I would give o have known what was brewing in that little mind.
Anyhow, when you get ready to leave from the national side to the international side of the ATL airport, you must go through this ridiculously long maze...it could seriously be at least a mile...of winding loops, to get through the customs booths. After about an hours, we'd made it to the booth. When I handed the agent our passports, she OK'd mine, but said Gus had to sign his. It was so cute to see the look of shock on his face, "sign it, momma?" SUre Gus, just write your full name, Fergus Wedsen Harmon. Gus has always just gone by Gus, so this long drawn out thing was not what he was used to. I'll post a pic when I can, because it is so methodically written, slow and steady, like he knew he really didn't have the option of messing it up. Actually I don't think they would have aid anything either way, but it was sweet just the same.
We were flying standby, and hard high hopes for flying first-class, but that was not to be known until we actually border the plane. When the plane began to board, the stewardess told us that we would indeed be in first class, GUs actually umped up and down. We loaded up our stuff, got on the plane, sat down in our nice cushy seats, and had mimosa's in hand before anyone else was even boarding yet! That's service lrt me tell you! Gus was in hog heaven, because he got to sip OJ from a little wine glass.
