Lee and I just got back from the States where we picked up brand spanking new visas in Chicago. Now, we have to apply for our new residency cards. Of course, like all other bureaucratic processes in Spain, the steps to get there are a nightmare. We went today to the Social Security office where the people helping us were completely baffled at how no one starting or running our company that is legally signed up for social security (well duh, in order to sign up for social security, you first need to get a visa, and to get a visa you first need to start a company and make enough money to prove that you can support the company). Then we headed up to the police office where the line was around the block. We were told there that we needed to pay some fee at the bank and somehow find the original of some copied letter that the consulate gave us. The bank told us that in order to pay the fees, we needed forms from the police office and could only pay between 8 and 10 on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Back at the police office, a lovely gentleman waiting outside informed us that we can pick up the forms AND the mysterious original copy at another office across town, but of course they were already closed.

Oy Vey! Somehow Lee and I took this all in stride, and managed to relax over burgers at Fastgood. Even they couldn't get their acts together today. We had to call them from outside their door to ask them to open up for the day and let us in.

We'll try it all again on Monday!