“Serial expat.” Isn’t that an intriguing term?
You may notice that all is sweetness and light with us, except for the visa thing. The idea of amassing a bale of documents and flying down to San Francisco to present them in person, at $300 per round trip (each), then doing the same a month later to pick up the visa stamp…well, life is too short. We love going to San Francisco, but document digging we hate. All this to stay ninety days or more in Spain?
Clothes streamed from within my closet like dirt from under a digging dog. I was piling up Goodwill donations, one of the baby steps that we’re taking in preparation for our nomadic lifestyle to come.
At last we can breathe again. It was invigorating to spend the weekend at 9000 feet in the Rocky Mountains, but the altitude made our lungs feel like very small party balloons, not quite big enough to get air. Keystone, a ski resort in winter, expects this: the shops sell $4 canisters of oxygen to help out.
If we intend to stay in Spain for more than ninety days, we’ll need visas. My investigation began today with a visit to The Spanish Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Cooperation website which, among other things, is charged with “promoting Spain’s economic, cultural and scientific relations.”
These are the people who will issue our visas and they’re interested in promoting a cultural (and economic) relationship with us. Cooperation! It’s right there in the title.
We’ve been tossing this ex-pat idea around for a few years. By which I mean living in another country for many months in a row, or maybe forever. Forever is too bewildering to tackle, but even the thought of a few months abroad used to make us panic a bit.
If the tapas, the cava, the weather, and the intrigue don’t charm you, the beauty of the place certainly will. Here’s my two minute tour of Girona: