Thursday, 27 September 2012
I have done everything I can to make sure everything is lined up for Alicia's visa interview at the Embassy in Bogotá.
- Scheduled the interview
- Filled out the forms
- Double and triple-checked them, signed where I'm supposed to
- Paid a vast amount to send them to her by DHL
- Tracked them online and called DHL in Colombia when the docs weren't where they were supposed to be
- Made sure she got birth, marriage, and divorce certificates, plus police and medical records and vaccinations
- Went over all the documents with her to make sure they were in order
- Made sure she and her son got the right number of passport-size photos
- Bought round-trip tickets to Bogotá in plenty of time
- Worked with her on booking a hotel near the Embassy
- Made sure she scheduled the doctor's appointments and knows where to go
- Made sure she had the lab address and hours and fees
- Wired money to cover hotel and fees, and told her where to find Western Union in Bogotá
- Discussed what time they would need to leave for the airport
- Etc., etc., etc.
However... there is always a fly in the ointment. Sometimes a cockroach.
Alicia and her son were supposed to leave Medellín's airport yesterday at 12:45 and arrive in Bogotá at 1:30. But at 2:30, she sent me a text saying they were just boarding and that she would explain later.
It turns out that in the morning when she returned to the apartment to pick up her son to leave for the airport, he was on the phone with his father, who has been trying to talk him into staying in Colombia rather than moving to the US. Drama ensued, and they were half an hour late leaving for the airport.
When they got to the airport, they got steered into the wrong line. By the time they got to the proper airline desk, the flight was closed.
Fortunately the next flight had standby seats available, but they didn't know for sure until ten minutes before flight time.
At last they made it to Bogotá and to the hotel.
This morning they had their lab work done. There were no hitches with that.
However... another problem is the doctor with whom they have their appointments. Her schedule was full until November, but Alicia persuaded her to squeeze them in this Friday afternoon. (Alicia is amazingly persuasive.) The doctor said to be sure and call this week before they go to her office. Alicia has called and called, but gets no answer and no voicemail. She will probably take a taxi over to the doctor's office this morning to try to find her in person.
Drama... I can live without it.