04/29/2024
A Tale of a Passport Renewal
Summer travel is around the corner. Now is a good time to check your passport’s expiration date. The best time to renew your passport is 6 months or less before it expires. This is because many countries will not allow you to enter with a passport book or card that has less than 6 months of validity remaining. There are several ways to renew your passport, but keep in mind that routine processing will take 10-13 weeks, and expedited processing takes 7-9 weeks. Just do it!
If it could happen to me, someone whose work is tethered to the travel industry, it could happen to anyone. Like the shoemaker with the holes in his shoes, too busy repairing others’, he forgets himself.
The morning of our departure to Spain, my husband gasped, “You know your passport has 45 days left on it?”
“No problem,” I snap back, “I have a houseful of kids and a business here; it’ll be fine.”
When we arrived at the airport to check-in to our flight, the airline clerk pointed this out and stated that my entry would be questionable. “That’s ridiculous,” I smirked, still confident that upon seeing my return ticket that I wasn’t a risk. Why would I not leave Spain? My life was very well grounded in South Florida.
After 1.5 hours of messaging back and forth between the allegedly advocating airline attendant and the Spanish government, the verdict finally came in: denied.
Brokenhearted, my husband and I wheeled our luggage to a nearby bench to plan our next move. It was 10:50pm and a thunderstorm was raging outside.
The next 24 hours were pure hell – a true test of emotional and physical strength bolstered by a stubborn determination to bend the world to my will. I had a daughter in Spain awaiting our arrival. She was on a semester study abroad program and had forgone Spring Break plans with friends to hang out with her parents. I would not disappoint her.
After an hour of calls to every nearby hotel within 10 miles of the airport, we finally landed upon a run-down boutique hotel in the heart of Miami’s South Beach.
When we arrived just after midnight, it reeked of w**d and to***co and was swarming with Spring Breakers. Undeterred, we would sleep 4 hours in our clothes and leave the hotel at 6am to stand in line at the Miami Passport Agency ready-to-go for their 7am opening.
The plan was clear: we’d show our outgoing tickets for that very night – yes, in blind faith and lots of money later, we rebooked our tickets to leave on the very same red-eye flight the next evening - and get a walk-in appointment for a same-day passport. Easy, right?
Not quite. At 7:10am, when we got to the front of the line, the security guard brushed us away with a swift wave of his hand. “Since the pandemic, we don’t accept walk-ins”, he stated refusing to look me in the eye. “But, if you call the 1-800 number again and again until someone picks up, you may be able to score an appointment for ‘early next week.’”
It was Friday, and my unsuspecting family was back in Boca assuming we had already arrived in Madrid.
My daughter was waiting for us. We had already paid in full for attraction tickets, AirBnBs, Flamenco shows, train rides and intra-European flights. We had to leave tonight!
We dragged our bags around the corner to the Hilton in the still pouring rain, readily paid the $28 for their breakfast buffet consisting of a cold bagel and orange juice from concentrate and went to work.
Working 3 phones, my husband and I called and called to no avail while refreshing the government’s online reservation system in search of open appointments. Nothing. Nada. No appointments open.
When we finally got a live person on the phone, he encouraged us to fly to Minnesota or San Juan for an available same-day appointment. “You can go and still make it back in time for your 10:50pm flight tonight,” he chirped as if providing me with a viable solution. I pushed back gently, insisting on Miami and today. “I’m so sorry – there is nothing I can do.”
My heart sank. It was 9:45am and the last appointment around the corner from us was at 10:30am.
Pivoting, I called the Spanish Consulate, determined to throw myself at their feet, to allow this exception and grant me entry into their country so I can see my daughter and spend time with her. Who could refuse a mother desperate to see her daughter?
The time was now 9:50am and as I begin to pour my heart out to the Consulate receptionist, my husband answers my other phone. “Mama, it’s a representative from the Miami Passport Agency. They want to know if we still need an appointment today.”
My heart leapt out of my chest as I tossed him the Spanish Consulate guy and grabbed my other phone. “Yes, yes, we are here. Hello? Thank you, thank you. We can come right now. We are literally around the corner. What is your name? Tameaka? Oh, Tameaka, I want to give you a big hug when I see you. You have no idea…I never lost hope.”
Ten minutes later, lugging our luggage once again through the rain, we were inside the Miami Passport Agency. I got my new passport photo taken and man, it was one of the best pictures I’d ever taken in my life a grin from ear to ear. With shaky hands, I submitted all the necessary paperwork and am told to return at 1:30pm to pick it up.
Elated, we schlepped our stuff back to the Hilton, but this time to rest in the lobby until however long it took to get that passport in my hand.
The story doesn’t end here but suffice to say, I was holding my new passport at 5pm and we made our flight.
I was laser-focused, refused to give up, was manifesting ourselves on the plane and clearly, the gods were in our favor.
But I don’t recommend this technique. So please, check your expiration dates long before you plan to travel. Take it from me: I’m a pro.