I had not seen my father in 8 months. His Alzheimer’s continues to gain ground. He’s getting his covid vaccinations this month, and no one knows how he will react to them. The last time he had the flu, he ended up in the hospital for two weeks. I felt like I had to go to Miami to be with him NOW.
However, you can’t enter America from Europe, even if Europe is only a stopover. To my surprise, South Africa was not yet ‘blacklisted’ by the USA, even with the new strain of the virus. So I booked an arduous trip of more than 40 hours (!) From Cape Town to Miami, with a stopover in Qatar.
The day before departure, I was notified that the first of the three flights had been canceled, which meant that the entire trip wouldn’t be possible. I refused to give in and went to the airport at 6:30 AM anyway. And guess what? The flight turned out to be going as scheduled. The cancellation email was ‘a mistake’…
When I landed in Miami, no one even asked for the mandatory Covid test that I had to arrange at the last minute. I also heard that the next day the borders would be closed to people traveling from South Africa… Whew, I did it, I was in! After a few days of voluntary quarantine, and a few tests (which are free in the USA!), I was finally able to be with my father, brother, and sister. It had been more than 4 years since we were all together.