Going to the Italian Consulate in SF is like playing a game of Russian Roulette, only instead of bullets plowing through your brain it is cranky bureaucrats shooting dirty looks. No where on their website is there a list of information you need to provided to obtain your visa. The info that is readily available is that you may NOT call if you have any questions and you MUST show up in person to the SF office.
Thankfully I was only missing two vital piece of paperwork on trip one. After a quick fax and waiting 30 days I was back to pick up the visa.
At the consulate the nice man behind the glass asks for my recite. Oh but wait, what is this?Student visa's are free,I say. Yes, but there is a recite.... what might that be?
That's right, it is this shred of paper. I had to drive the 3.5 hours back to Chico to get this unofficial photocopied nothing that has my name spelled wrong on it.
That's right, it is this shred of paper. I had to drive the 3.5 hours back to Chico to get this unofficial photocopied nothing that has my name spelled wrong on it.
But hey, I got my visa. At least I wasn't the girl from Oregon State- she was missing some paper work and would have to wait a week to try again. That is one long drive, having done it.
3 comments:
SOOOOOOO glad you're up and blogging. I'll be cyberstalking you!!!
such a pain in the tushi.
hi val!
heart ivan.
Buwahahaha, I was there for the first experience!! I feel so special ...minus all the drama while you were there :D
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