Apparently I need a visa to marry Will in England. These Brits, I tell you, they don't let just anyone marry them in their own country. The good thing is one can apply online. I had give them all sorts of information: how many, when, and why I have visited foreign countires; income statement; family info; blood type; name of first pet; preference for the bacon butty or Scotch egg; the genealogy of the Queen;... the list goes on and on...
An hour later and at the cost of $116.00, I have completed, finally, the online application.
Once I clicked "done", I then printed off the application. Next, I must show up in person with Will for an appointment in February to an office in Alexandria with paperwork, passport, and acceptable passport photo to obtain permission to get a visa. Afterwards, I will have to send more paperwork and granted permission (yes, I am assuming it will be granted) within two weeks of the appointment to a consulate in New York. After that, I guess I await for the visa to be sent in the mail.
All of this when we live three blocks from the British Embassy. Literally, three blocks. I pass it on the way to work...
Wow, are they afraid that you're going to defect? Or cause some kind of international incident?
ReplyDeleteI thought we had it rough with our destination wedding when the catering manager wouldn't return an email.
Thanks for making me feel better :)
Well, honestly M. You don't expect the British Embassy to invite you in for cocoa-in-bed while you chat over that visa thingy?
ReplyDeleteIt's no fun if you can't make the rotten Yanks drive a bit.
This is like that line (ahem...queue) in the Gare du Nord. You wait in it, get to the British customs officer, and *then* she says "Oh, Americans have to fill out that form. Go get it and get back in line." Grr...
I know! It is crazy. And frustrating, since I live so close to the embassy... grrr....
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