Just when the panic button
became a serious option, I used Sea Star’s tracking device again. This time
success, the SUV was in the Port of San Juan. Oh joy, that gave me a major
relief.
Where is my car? My
shipping agent never responded. He replied with instructions to send money to a
company that, when I looked it up, sells cookware. Wouldn't you be suspicious?
It’s funny that I feel so
relieved and yet, I’m still so blasted annoyed; now, to put my last two nickels
together to pick “Beni” up.
The Department of Hacienda
levies and collects the excise tax to import a car. They have a nifty gizmo on
the website to estimate the tax. You fill in the VIN or make, model and year.
They give you a tax estimate. How nice to know before heading out, and remember
I don’t have a phone, so, I’m thrilled with anything I can do over the
internet.
Don’t you just know that
gizmo DID NOT WORK? I went through the instructions over and over with a check
sheet, so I wouldn't miss a step. I thoroughly wanted to be ready to go to San
Juan Monday morning.
Tension: being at the end
of your credit wondering if you’re going to make it; that about sums it up. I’d
love waiting until Monday, if I were a masochist.
On the bright side I’m
going to spend a couple of days with my very good friend Adri at her home in
Carolina. We can walk to the beach. She goes swimming with a pack of rescue
dogs.
That’s what I need: a dog
packed vacation. Enjoy your day. Thanks for reading.
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