Thursday, August 28, 2008

The Visa Slaughterhouse

a.k.a the American Consulate in Paris. After an appointment at 11am, 4 hours of waiting and wondering at the consulate among 150 other people waiting for the same thing, a lunch made of a Twix bar and a bag gummy Haribo smurfs, a missed train back to Brittany and 46 seconds talking with a consulate agent (oh yeah all that)...I GOT MY VISA!!!! Guess it was worth all that :) Man, what an experience though!

1 comment:

Jody Tanner said...

Yeah! Hurray! Right on! You go, girl! Yippee! Jody from Flagstaff