Waffle

Was very mopey, had a tight chest and a pit in my stomach this morning. This was our last day together and I had to get back on an aeroplane this evening and return home. I can’t travel back to visit Bill once the petition is filed either which totally sucks.

And I really don’t understand why, other than there is a potential chance of being contacted and therefore it’s better if I am at home. However, apparently immigration will probably assume that if I return on a tourist visa while applying for permission to obtain a K1 Fiance Visa that I intend to marry while I am in the country and am therefore entering the country on false pretenses and violating my Tourist Visa. But surely if you are filing for a Fiance Visa you wouldn’t do that because you are following protocol? If you were going to try to pull one over on immigration you wouldn’t apply for a Fiance Visa and alert authorities at all would you? Just seems totally screwy to me.

Bah humbug.

Anyhow, decided to go out for breakfast. Made it out of the house about midday. Ooops.

Drove over to East Atlanta Village and decided to sample the Good News Cafe. Bill was astounded that I hadn’t had a proper waffle before (had only ever had a gauffre in Brittany once but it wasn’t really quite the same, that was waffle shaped but crunchy) and persuaded me to order one. Glad I did, it was delicious. All fluffy and smothered in syrup til it dripped, with yummy strawberries on top. Had to take a photo! 🙂


Mmmmm *pats tummy*

Breakfast in the States seems far more exciting than our English variety. I might even eat breakfast if I could have pancakes and waffles and eggy bread* instead of horrid cereal, toast, or English breakfast. (ugh). ‘Course, then I’d be a right bloater!

Sat and went through some more of the Fiance Visa help book while we were there. Double checked through all the check lists for each stage. I think we’ve pretty much covered what we need to do for the first step, just need to get the postcard my parent’s sent Bill’s folks as extra evidence, then we are all set. Yay! Bill aims to get the petition in the post on Friday. *fingers crossed*

Mooched some more, don’t want to go home, and then wandered around a couple of the shops in the village. Bought a few giffts to take back to my family and managed to use my credit card to pay for it. Cool.

*Bill called this French Toast, whereas we usually refer to thin slices of crisply toasted brioche as French Toast.

4 Responses to Waffle

  1. missbumpkin March 1, 2003 at 6:32 am #

    Nicky wants a waffle!
    Please can you get Bill to send me one?
    Looks totally yummy, making me hungry.

  2. kaypow March 1, 2003 at 8:42 am #

    Nope. If Bill bought one he’d have to send it to me!
    So, you’ll just have to come and visit me when I make it over there won’t you?
    *entices Nicky across the Atlantic with the lure of scrumptious waffle delights*

  3. missbumpkin March 1, 2003 at 6:32 am #

    Nicky wants a waffle!
    Please can you get Bill to send me one?
    Looks totally yummy, making me hungry.

  4. admin March 1, 2003 at 8:42 am #

    Nope. If Bill bought one he’d have to send it to me!
    So, you’ll just have to come and visit me when I make it over there won’t you?
    *entices Nicky across the Atlantic with the lure of scrumptious waffle delights*

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