Ifound a package slip in the mailbox the other day. Wakana's mother had sent us another package of Japanese food. I swear, she must think the USA has no food in it fit to eat.

This slip had a piece of paper on it directing us to go to the central post office in Barrigada. Apparently U.S. Customs wanted to check the package. We did that today. We had to be there between 10:00 and 12:45. We had to wait on a loading dock and ring a bell. It took forever for someone to come to talk with us and then even longer for them to bring the package out so we could open it in front of the Customs agent. I think he was disappointed to see the packaged food. A siezure, or an arrest, would have made his day.

Wakana took me to lunch at the Marriot down on Hotel Road. They have a lovely all-you-can-eat buffet. I am stuffed. I don't want to eat again today which is too bad. She made a lovely apple pie this morning.