By which I mean to say that the day I turned 30 had some humbling moments. (The age itself really doesn’t faze me, and I haven’t given it much thought)
Our journey to Washington D.C. was a lot of fun, but it was marked by moments of constantly being lost.
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Well, our mission in Washington D.C. was about 85% accomplished.
Yoli was able to get a new Bolivian ID card (with her married name), but not a new passport. The Bolivian consulate in Washington was out of them. It’s difficult for me to understand how a consulate can run out of passports, but such is life. Instead, they gave Yoli a 6-month extension on her current passport, which will enable us to travel to Bolivia in April. But we’ll still have to go again to a consulate (probably Chicago) to get the passport sometime after the 6 months are up.
We’re off to Washington DC tomorrow for the purpose of renewing some of Yoli’s Bolivian papers. If all goes well, we will able to visit some friends, see a museum, and eat at a Bolivian restaurant before heading to Virginia to visit some other friends. There is a large Bolivian community that lives in the DC area, so I’m very excited to try a Bolivian restaurant in America.
However, things might not go well if the Bolivian consular officials decide to give us trouble. If you have a minute, pray that we would have favor with these folks and that Yoli’s papers would be processed quickly.