A view of what I missed in Muscat. Maybe one day we will get to go back.
We transitted through Germany, and finally got to Dallas. As we were going through customs, M, of course, had to be specially screened, or whatever they call it when you have to go into a little room to the side and get questioned extra because you come from the "wrong" country. Anyway, I waited for him the waiting room while he was taken back to a private room. I always get kind of anxious waiting for him to come out (key reason why I refuse to watch the movie "Extraordinary Rendition"). Finally he came out, looking quite a bit perturbed (with me--anyone who has been married for a while can tell when their husband is not too happy without a word having to be said). Turns out that the immigration officer had asked him whether he was carrying any food on him, and he said no, not knowing that I had stashed some apples in his bag. Then the officer searched his bag, found the apples, and berated him for "lying." Then he took out our customs form and wrote APPLES on it in big red letters with a permanent marker and told M it would be a $500 fine for illegally bringing fruit into the country. M was so mad at me!
When we got to the customs inspector, he looked at our form, and said "I see here you have some apples, how much do you have?" obviously holding back a smirk. "Three." I said. "Three apples?" he said incredulously. "Well, it seems like you all have had a long enough day already, so why don't you just give me the apples, and you can go on your way." I gratefully gave him the apples, and we finally made it out of the airport and met my dad, who was wondering why it was over two hours since our flight had gotten in, and he still hadn't seen us. A few days later, after recuperating at my parents' house, we made the drive to Atlanta, and it was the only time in my life I ever missed the first day of school.