Aunt Carla and I got to the consulate at about 8:30am for my 9am appointment. Apparently 15 other people's appointments were at 9 as well, because there was a crowd waiting outside. When the doors finally opened, we all filed in a line to go in and this is where my heart rate rose and remained elevated for the next 2 1/2 hours.
After waiting for 1 hour and 45 minutes, I finally was able to go up and submit my paperwork (tons and tons of paperwork). Then I waited another 45 minutes to get the visa, which technically I wasnt't supposed to be able to get because I didn't have my parents last three bank statements...WHAT?!? First of all, I had a financial guarantee from them stating they could support me while overseas; second, I was never told I needed those documents; and I have no desire to see what kind of money my parents are or are not making! Sheesh.
But FINALLY the visa was securely fastened in my passport, and I was home free. Carla and I did a visa dance to celebrate, and she treated me to a tartine at a cute french café across the street. Phew.
I would love to write more right now, but my jet lag is hitting me hard and typing on french keyboards is really frustrating me right now. For example, if I just wanted to type "The quick, brown fox jumped over the lazy dog" without looking at the keyboard, it would look like this:
The auick; brozn fox ju,ped over the lqwy dog
Stay tuned for the lost luggage adventure and minding the gap on the Tube! I need sleep.



