Thursday, February 15, 2007

Back from the capital

Last Sat. Beto and I left for Teguc., staying with Amber. We had to get documentation saying we´re single from our respective embassies, for the wedding, and then get them authenticated in two different offices. We had been told numerous times what we had to do and where we had to go, but until you actually go through the process, you´re clueless.
Monday morning we get up at 6, leave the house at 7, get to the embassy at 7.30, but they won´t let us in till 8. We go down to the corner for coffee, come back, enter at 8. See someone in the office at 8.40(it´s the US embassy, but still in Honduras. Like being in two cultures at once. very strange). After the lady finally decided it was time to get to work, I got the document in 5 minutes, after paying $30 of course, for 2 sentences saying I´m single. I couldn´ve told you that! Then I go into a little interview room with the vice consulate, hold up my right hand, and swear I´ll tell him the truth about why I´m in Honduras. After leaving there we walked up to the Honduras Migration office which had relocated. We pay 70 limpira to go to the new location on the opposite side of town. We walk into the zoo where there´s no signs of anything. We find someone not busy and she tells us we want the office by the courthouse, on the other side of town(we could walk to it from Amber´s house). We get there and literally this is how it goes...yes, we need to get this authenticated...they point, over there...thanks
in the next office....yes, we need to get this authenticated...they point down, down there....
we walk down there...yes, we need to get this authenticated...they point up, up there....
we go up there...locked! and I had just joked to beto that they would say they´re unopened on Mondays...out of the blue a nonofficial looking man comes walking by and tells us to follow the path around back. Thank God for him. It would´ve been too hard to put a permanent sign up. We walk around, up some stairs, ask a passerby with a badge...yes, we need to get this authenticated...she points out and down and across...we walk down, out, and across...
yes, we need to get this authenticated....they point up and around...we walk up and around...FINALLY!!! they throw a paper at me(not literally) ¨Take this to the bank, pay 150 lempira, and come back. It´s going to be ready Wed. morning¨ We walk to get a taxi, it´s like 100 degrees out. We pay the fee and return the paper. For the day we´re done! So I had to stay till WEdnesday. At this point we had taken5 taxi´s at an average of about 50 lempira each. Oh! How could I forget our trip to the Guatemalan embassy??? It´s literally in a house! The lady at one of the two front desks says first off, ÖH, we don´t do that here. You have to go to Guatemala to have that done.¨ I´ve never seen Beto mad, but this was rediculous. ¨What? Excuse me? Go to Guatemala? Look, it´s two sentences!¨ She has the consulate rep come up from the basement and she tells us they can´t because they don´t keep any records. HELLO??? We asked her what good her embassy was and left. Beto was more frustrated than me, which was maybe a first! And the thing is, the latin american countries are now supposedly united, CA.4, but apparently it´s just on paper and political but doesn´t make any difference, except that the foreigners have to go even further every three months to renew their visa´s, to a country that isn´t in the ca.4.

Tuesday was a nice down day relaxing and hanging out with Amber. Beto went back home to teach his class on Wed. that he only teaches that day each week. Wed. morning we picked up the paper and went to the last office to get it authenticated for the 3rd time. I ran into an old friend that I taught with last year. Very cool. We get directions to the last office and long story short it is in an old masonic lodge building that hasn´t changed it´s sign to say government office. They said it wouldn´t be ready till the next day and I said no, you´ll have it done today becasue i have to get home. They had it ready at 1 and i was on the bus to go home at 2.

Today I was called in by the principal...ooo..and told to do him a favor and relax, and give some tutoring, which i´m totally against here because i´m tired after schoo, so are the kids, and it doenst do any good for those who don´t do anything in class anyways. and it´s basically just a buffer for him so that when the parents go to him to complain about me and their kids´grades, he can say, well, we´re doing everything we can, including tutoring, what are you doing? the rest is up to you at home. right. if it´s not happening now...

so at least now i get to relax and tutor..wait,what?...what did i just agree to???

2 comments:

  1. Some of us can really relate to that story. Brings back memories.

    Speaking of Tegucigalpa, I'll be there at the end of March. I'm going to prison there... just to preach, of course. It'll be my first trip to Honduras; I'm looking forward to it.

    Grace and peace,
    Tim Archer

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  2. Holy smokes Laura, this is why some people start drinking!!!
    Marriage will be a piece of cake after that. ;)
    I haven't looked at your blog in....forever. Or, since last year.
    I miss you!!!!!!!!
    XOXO
    Amy

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