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A Brief Hiccup

A Brief Hiccup

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You should know that I can’t stay in one place very long. A wandering French soul can simply not be tied down to any one place. Can you guess where I went this time? Yup, you probably got it: the United States. Don’t get me wrong, France is my home. French architecture, food, and the people are perfect. But, the United States has such a variety of life that I can’t help but visit back again. There’s always something new to try or taste. 

The plan was to arrive in New York and stay there for a few days. Then, I wanted to go on a bit of a Midwestern stretch and bounce between a few states of Middle America. While France is perhaps the most popular for its cities and people (Paris, anyone?), the plains of the United States are such a stark contrast from what I’m used to. The sky is so open. You feel like you could be swallowed whole by the blue.

But as I said, this story starts in New York. I wish this article could be about one of my more fun adventures, but I just have to tell you what happened. I got caught up by security at an airport. Sound familiar? Sound like the issue I had in SoCal? Yeah.

A particularly meticulous airport agent noticed that there was a spelling error on my paperwork and wouldn’t let me go through. The spelling error gave the airport security a red flag, and I was forced to miss my flight. They sent me to a plain, gray room where I was “interrogated” about my reason to be in the United States and why my name was spelled differently on two different documents. The explanation of human error didn’t seem to be good enough for them.

But, I remembered the time I was taken in by the police after Disneyland. At the time, it took a bit of searching, but I managed to find someone. There was an excellent immigration lawyer in Orange County, and it’s a good thing I saved their phone number. I immediately called K. Nair Law Group and explained who I was. They were sympathetic and gathered my information quickly. 

It took a little back and forth between Ms. Nair and the security chief, but before I knew it, I was set free and compensated for my missed flight. Thank goodness! I hopped on my new flight immediately. I intended to visit South Dakota after some lovely people in Montana recommended the Badlands to me. The striped canyons were so beautiful. And huge. It reminded me of how small I am in the world. It can be easy to forget.

This was a trip that I’m sure I’ll never forget. I can never thank K. Nair Law Group for being so kind and fast. Because they handled the issue so well, what was originally a big ordeal turned into just a little blip on the timeline of my trip. Now, whenever I have friends who visit the United States, especially Southern California, I give them Kiran Nair’s phone number. It feels reassuring to have someone’s phone number in your back pocket. Especially one who cares.

K Nair Law Group, P.C.

31897 Del Obispo St Suite 225, San Juan Capistrano, CA 92675

(949) 493-4150

What Happens in Montana Stays in Montana

What Happens in Montana Stays in Montana

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What happened? I thought to myself as my eyes blinked open, and Where am I? Then it hit me, literally. I had just been minding my own business walking along the road in Yellowstone National Park when a car had come out of nowhere. I was working on a travel piece on the great buffalo when I was hit and now I’m in the hospital. Oh gosh please wiggle, I held my breath and gently moved my toes then my fingers. Thank goodness, they moved! Alright, I wasn’t paralyzed. I sat up straight and examined myself. Well, the cast on my left arm was a new addition. I had never broken an arm before, or anything for that matter. I shouted for the nurse and she scurried in.

“Happy to see you up and at ’em. That must have been quite the scare,” she said. “Do you have any family I can contact?”

“Um, no that’s okay. Could I just get my cellphone?” I replied.

“Of course, I’ll be right back with your personal items. Oh, by the way, there is an officer here to talk with you if you’re feeling up to it,” she said.

Oh crap, I thought, a broken arm and now I’m going to get some sort of ticket too.. or worse arrest?! Only in Montana, I thought, missing my French home something fierce. Just my luck. “Of course, send him in,” I replied.

In entered the officer, “How’s it going today sir? Do you have time for a few questions?”  

I plastered a fake smile on my face, “Of course officer. I wasn’t trying to disrupt anything at the park.”

“Did you know the individual that hit you?” The office just jumped right in straight faced, I could tell he meant business.

“Um, no of course not. I was just at the park working on a research article on the Great Buffalo. Fascinating animals, and can I say how beautiful your home state is, I’m French,” I replied. Geez, police officers make me nervous.

“Well, the gentleman that hit you is wanted in the state for a number of crimes. He was attempting to evade arrest when you got in his way. He had fled into the park. If it hadn’t been for you we may not have caught him at all. You see, after he hit you he lost control of his vehicle and crashed into a tree on the side of the road,” the officer smirked.

“Wow, how lucky,” I forced a smile and suppressed an eye roll.

“Anyways, I know a great personal injury lawyer. He’s sure to get your medical bills covered for you. He’s actually a cousin of mine,” the officer handed me a business card. “Give him a call and tell him Don recommended him and he’ll help you out.”

Well at least something was easy today, I thought taking the card. The officer said his goodbyes and thanked me again for the assist. Two hours later I was discharged from the hospital and sitting in Don’s cousin Ron’s office. He informed me even though I was from a different country because I was in Montana’s jurisdiction that this is where a ruling for my case would be. He said the first step would be to file a third-party claim with the defendant’s insurance agency stating our demands.

“So, what exactly are your demands?” Ron asked.

I thought about it for a second before answering, “Well, I am a poor travel writer so I need money but honestly, I just need a flight home and my medical bills covered. Preferably quickly.”

“Seriously? That’s beyond reasonable,” he scoffed as if I was boring him.

Ron said he would get right on it and just a few short days later as I was wrapping up my Buffalo piece he got back to me to let me know they’ve agreed to my demands. I thanked Ron for his help, honestly happy not to have to talk to the guy anymore. He said if I ever needed a personal claims lawyer again he was my go to and I thought to myself, “gosh I hope not!” I was pretty sure I would never be in Montana again, let alone injured in Montana.

A couple days later I was headed home with my newly broken arm, a lot of friends at the local police station, a dangerous criminal potentially after me in five to ten, and most importantly a wealth of buffalo knowledge.

O ya, I promised Ron I would give his law firm a shout out. You can find them here:

Guldjian & Fasel
600 Anton Blvd #1700
Costa Mesa, CA 92626
(800) 385-4838

The Happiest Day On Earth…Almost

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Bonjour mes Amis!

Pierre here again, your friendly Frenchman, with more travel adventures to share. If you’ve been following my adventures so far, then you’ll no doubt be on the edge of your seat for whatever I might stumble into next. As I had stated before, my work had brought me to the west coast, land of sunshine and stardom. I must say, the west coast is definitely the best coast. There are so many rich cultures and peoples here, it truly is a unique area of our world.

I spent my first few days here on the west coast in Southern California, mostly for selfish reasons I must admit. I’ve always wanted to visit the beaches, try my hand at catching a few waves, and watch the sunset as the waves crash along the shore. Of course, I’ve also always wanted to visit the happiest place on earth…Disneyland!

Not sure how happy one can be after the price of admission into this place, but nevertheless I just had to go. There is definitely something magical that you cannot put into words in regards to that feeling you have when you step through the entrance gates and first gaze upon the castle. It’s like stepping through a time warp and instantly becoming a kid again. At this point, nothing else really mattered. With my newly granted ability to be a kid again, I ran around the park with a smile plastered on my face. I certainly didn’t want to leave this place, nor did I want this wonderful feeling to go away. But alas, life has a certain way of showing up when you least want or expect it. C’est la vie!

Things are so spread out around here that I had to get a rental car for my jetting around, which, was no problem. The problem came as I was leaving the happiest place on earth. It can definitely be tough to find your way around in a new place but add on top of that some seriously bad traffic and some seriously bad drivers and chaos can certainly ensue.

So I was heading home, smile still plastered on my face, when the dreaded flashing lights appeared in my rear view mirror. Confused by what I had possibly done, I pulled over and awaited my fate. Rather than just sit in the silence and go over in my head what I possibly could have done to deserve this interruption in my evening, I figured I’d be preemptive and pull out my passport and other forms of ID. To my surprise chaos was about to ensue because I had FORGOTTEN MY PASSPORT at the hotel! The police officer approached my window shortly after this moment of panic and before he got out a word I blurted out that I was a foreigner and had forgotten my identification. While I’m sure this officer is capable of understanding people’s plights, in this instance he played it by the book. My fate was to be transported to the station where I would have to deal with immigration to sort it all out. That is not the sentence you want to hear as a foreigner visiting a country. Things went from bad to worse and I found myself in a bit of a tough situation. What was I to do?! What could I, should I do?!

Luckily we have this thing called technology and I was able to do a little research and find an immigration lawyer in Southern California. After a little searching, I had found the perfect person.

Let me tell you, the smile that was stolen from me was returned! I had nothing but a smooth and easy experience with them. They were extremely knowledgeable and assured me that nothing would happen and they would sort it all out. Within an hour or so I was saved from my sticky situation and allowed to return to my regularly scheduled program. Lessons were learned and I met people I’d like to see again and others, not so much. After such an ordeal I decided it was best to move on to my next adventure.

Until next time my friends, au revoir!

K Nair Law Group
31897 Del Obispo St Suite 225, San Juan Capistrano, CA 92675
(949) 493-4150