The last night was a really sad and sleepless one for me. It was really difficult knowing that it would be many months before my visa would be approved and I could come here to the US. My hubby did not get the sleep he needed before the long flight because of me. He was trying to console me and cheer me up for most of the night. It helped for just a short period of time and then it would come back. Every moment was precious and, to my great dismay, the visa would take even longer than we were anticipating. It would be nearly ten and a half months before I would see my new husband face to face again.
The following morning, my hubby and I woke up early. We ate our breakfast at a fancy restaurant in the hotel. After that we went back to our room and started packing my hubby’s stuff because later that evening he would be leaving. I did not want to wait until the eleventh hour.
After finishing the packing we took a walk around the hotel and then decided to hail a taxi and take a trip to downtown Manila and spend some time there. We went to my favorite chicken restaurant and had our lunch there. My hubby liked it more than all the fancy and expensive places that we had eaten at before. Later in the afternoon, we came back and had our dinner at the hotel buffet. There were many tasty goodies to choose from. My hubby’s favorite was the prime rib and I liked the shrimp. For dessert they had a flowing chocolate fountain that we used to dip fresh pieces of fruit.
We left the hotel at about seven o’clock in the evening to make sure we had plenty of time to get to the airport. My hubby had not flown in quite a while and forgot about the increased security that would no longer allow friends and relatives inside the airports to see the travelers off. He had been thinking that I could come in and we would be spending a few more hours together but when he arrived he realized that was not going to be possible. Neither one of us was prepared for the quick goodbye as he decided that the best thing would be to send me back in the cab that brought us to the airport. Maybe that was a good thing. He quickly ordered the same taxi driver to take me back to the hotel. I broke down in tears and sobbed all the way back to the hotel.