We've now been back in
the United States for a whole week, and I already miss Spain! However, at the same time, it is nice to be
home. It’s wonderful to see my family,
and I am looking forward to being back at UCF for the spring semester.
At this point, I think
our blog is drawing near to a close, but we still have a few post topics left up our
sleeves. Today, I shall
relate a cautionary tale about the dangers of European candy. It is the story of how I was detained in
United States customs for the possession of Kinder eggs.
Amanda and I woke
early on Thursday the 20
th for our trip back to America. Fernando drove us to Cervantes Plaza, where
we said our goodbyes and boarded the bus to the airport. Upon our 7:15am arrival to Madrid-Barajas
airport, we learned that our 10:30 flight was delayed and would not depart
until noon, so we had a long wait in the airport. We eventually boarded and had a long,
uneventful flight to Miami.
We made it off the
plane and through the preliminary customs line with our heavy carry-ons, sleepy
and warm, since we were overdressed for Miami weather. Next we found our suitcases and made our way
to the final line. Amanda made it
through without trouble, and at first, I thought that I had, too. The man looked at my passport and customs
form and told me to have a nice day, before he said, “Wait a minute. Please follow that blue arrow.”
Instead of following
Amanda through the doors to family and freedom, I was directed to a line off to
the side. I could only shrug at Amanda
through the glass door and head off where I was instructed. There, I waited for another half an
hour. I had no idea why I had been sent
off to this mystery line, and my nerves intensified when the girl behind me
grew frustrated with a security officer at the line and he told her, “Ma’am, by
getting angry, you are only making this worse for yourself.”
Worse? Were things already bad? Were we, in this line, in trouble? I racked my brain for anything that I possessed
that could be the problem. I did have a
sword-shaped letter opener that I bought in Toledo, but I had packed that souvenir
in my suitcase since I knew it wouldn’t be allowed in my carry-on. I did have coconut-flavored turrón. Did that count as fruit?
Eventually, I made it
around a corner to a counter where a man explained to me that I had been flagged
because I had Kinder eggs. Kinder eggs
are hollow chocolate eggs with toys inside, hugely popular in Europe. I had a few in my possession to give away to
friends and family here in the States. I
learned that they are not sold in the United States because they are considered
a choking hazard, so the customs officer warned me not to give them to small
children, and I was good to go.
All in all, it was a
nerve-racking half hour, but in retrospect, not a big deal. I was reunited with Amanda and my mom and
brother, and we made it out of the airport and back home without further hang-ups.
But you can be sure
that I will never, ever, give a Kinder egg to a small child.