The good news is that my kids finally received their package in Peru.
The bad news is that they had to pay $75 to get it from the Peruvian Post Office.
When Michelle went to the post office to get the package they made her open it in front of them. Then the man went through a book to determine the tax on each item in the box. Honestly - homemade cookies? Taxed?
He finally decided that the cost would be $75 and told her that after looking in the box "there wasn't anything in there worth $75 so she probably didn't want it" as he started to take the box away from her.
Well, my homesick girl didn't care what was in the box. It was from home and by golly he was not going to take it away from her. So she paid the tax.
We are both sick about it. But I'm trying to focus on the fact that they got it. The post man was right - economically speaking there wasn't anything in that box worth the $53 postage or the $75 tax. But emotionally speaking, how do you put a price on a box of love? You can't.
Unless you live in Peru. Peru can figure it out. Apparently a 14 pound box of love costs exactly $128. Who knew?
But at least my sweet boy has a birthday present from his Mia and Poppa to open on his birthday. And he has homemade cookies straight from Mia's kitchen! And some new clothes and even some Easter toys. My girl has a new book (a new Yada Yada story) and some magazines to read as she munches on her Rice Krispie Treats. My son-in-law has some Montreal Steak Seasoning to grill with. And they have lots of salt and pepper as well as Ranch Dressing packets - you know, the things in life that make everything better!
Michelle said the people at the post office were laughing at her as she tried to re-pack the box. I knew it wasn't possible. It took me all afternoon to get all of this:
to look like this: