My parents and Josh landed at Los Angeles International Airport in the afternoon of April 15, 2010.At the immigration line, my parents were asked for their length of stay in the U.S., which they responded would only be a month.
"A month?" the immigation officer asked.
"Yes" my father replied, as he's got only a month off from work.
The officer stamped the maximum of six months stay, or until October 14th.
Then they breezed through customs, but not after having been asked by a Latina officer, "no chi-cha-roan? no longganisa? no chow-reezo?"
U.S. customs 'penalize' you with US$100 per kilo if you are caught bringing those stuff.
They were fetched by Tita Macel who lives in Torrance.
It pretty much was a stress flight, mother said.
It was mainly because of their seat arrangement.They purchased their tickets late in the day, so to speak.
As a result, all the preferred seats had been purchased.
They were occupying the middle seats throughout the flight.
But upon arriving at LAX, their excitement took all the stress away.
While waiting for Macel, someone, a large person withi middle eastern features, casually asked if he can borrow papa's cellphone, as he wanted to call a friend. My father graciously lent his phone. My amused father couldn't contain himself and took a picture. Somebody borrowing someone else's phone doesn't happen much in Manila. But this is L.A. You've gotta be kidding me.
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