Last week was busy! I'm covering at work for two coworkers so my days are packed. We also have had quite a few social engagements in the evenings. Last Thursday, I went to a lunch at the Ambassador's house hosted by her and the Deputy Chief of Mission (DCM) - second in charge at the embassy. I ended up sitting next to the DCM who is a really friendly guy.
Friday night, Stewart had a work dinner. We rushed home, got ready, and rushed out the door anticipating bad traffic. There wasn't any. We got to the area super early. We had never been to this person's house before but our driver, Jacob, said he knew where to go. The houses occupied by Americans are easy to spot because the license plates on the cars all start with "77 CD". We drove around for a little bit killing time. We decided to finally go in because we wanted to be sure we were a little early. It looked like we might be the first there but couldn't tell for sure because people could have taken taxis or been dropped off by their drivers.
We knocked on the door and waited.
The DCM answered!
He invited us in but we responded by stating we thought we were in the wrong place. He asked for whom were we looking. Stewart said a dinner party and the DCM confirmed it was the wrong house. He did give us directions to the right house - one street over.
So we went on our way slightly embarrassed and arrived fashionably late.
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