My Multi-Cultural Family

For those who don't know, my husband is Salvadoran. My children were born in Honduras. By law they are Honduran and I had to apply for their U.S citizenship.  So they are Honduran and North American by law and they are Salvadoran and North American by blood. They can have three different nationalities however, when they turn eighteen they have to choose two.

After saying all that our embassy visits and endeavors are always quite interesting.  This last time as I was in an interview both children had massive poop blowouts. Ruben had to change them because I was busy. We had no extra clothes for Zoe so we had to wrap her up in a blanket.  There's always something. The elderly gentleman that was helping me, after looking through all our pictures, seemed to soften towards me as he told me that both his children graduated from LSU. Even though he was an Alabama graduate (boo).

Once all the paperwork had been done and everything was set to go we had to leave the name and address of someone who could receive Zoe's U.S. birth certificate and passport.  It couldn't be us because it was scheduled to be delivered while we were going to be out of the country. Ruben called a friend from church and asked if he could do us the favor by receiving the package. It was all under control or so we thought. A week later our friend calls and says that something came up and he would be leaving the country. It was completely unplanned.  Typically, this kind of thing wouldn't be a big deal but remember we are in Honduras.

Ruben called the offices and explained the whole situation to the lady. She told him there would be no problem and they would keep the package at the office until we  town we returned.  Nothing to worry about.
On our return trip to Honduras we decided to stay the night in a small little town to break up the trip (It's like 14 hours).  That morning, while eating breakfast, Ruben received a phone call.  It was a lady saying they had been trying to deliver our package and this was the last time they were going to try to contact us before going back to Tegucigalpa, with the package.  Ruben explained the whole situation that we were out of the country and the office was supposed to hold it but obviously that didn't happen.  We still weren't going to be in La Ceiba, that day, because we were going to spend the night in another small beach town along the way.  However, in that little town was this specific postal service in which they were going to leave the package for us to pick up the next day.

We made it to the small town of Tela and checked out of the hotel around noon with the intention of passing by the postal service place on our way out of town.  Once we found the place it was closed.  We waited until 1:00 thinking maybe they were at lunch but no one came to open.  Ruben called the person that had originally contacted us and asked what time are they supposed to be open because we were wanting to get on the road. The lady was shocked the place was closed and said they are not authorized to close. She called the person who was supposed to be working and about an half an hour later the worker shuffles her way to the door to unlock it.  She had recently showered so we think she just didn't come open the place at all. (Very common in Honduras.)

We finally got the precious United States birth certificate and passport in our hands.  Thanking God that we were able to get it when we did and not have to make a six hour trip to the capital city to pick it up.  

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