Wednesday, 03 October 2012
I woke at 3:30 and tossed and turned the rest of the night. At 5:40 I messaged Alicia: "Did your alarm go off? Are you up?" She responded that she was and that they were ready to go to the Embassy.
Not long after, she texted me to call her. They were at the Embassy, in the line for 7:30 appointments, and everyone else in the line had an appointment confirmation sheet with a barcode and a photo. Hers just had numbers. A lady with a megaphone was announcing over and over that everyone should have the sheet with the barcode and that people without the proper papers would be sent to the back of the line and would miss their appointments.
Alicia ran to a nearby internet cafe to see if she could track the sheet down in her e-mail, and I logged into the Embassy website. I found the appointment confirmation, but when I printed it, it was exactly like before, no barcode, no photo. Finally the young man at the cafe found out that Alicia was applying for an immigrant visa, and he said, "Oh, everyone else is applying for tourist visas! Hurry back!"
She ran back and talked to the two crowd control girls, who directed her into the right line. She and her son finally got inside, and went to a window where they were given a sheet detailing the order in which her documents should be (which was completely different from the order the website had indicated). They sat in a waiting room for a few minutes, and then were interviewed by an American staffer.
Both Alicia and her son were very impressed by how polite the man was (the first American they have dealt with in this process). He smiled as he talked to them, and spoke calmly, and was friendly. He asked about the history of our relationship and how long we have been dating. Alicia offered to show our wedding rings. He said he didn't need to see them, that everything was fine, and that the visa was approved.
She texted me at 8:13: "My love, your country has allowed me to follow you. Our dream of being together has become reality..."
So, the ordeal is finally winding down! The end is in sight. Now if the bank will just answer regarding the offer I made on the house in Tampa...