To bring you up to date:
Aug. 30, 2007 – Received a call from Spanish Embassy in D.C. They informed me that a position has opened up, but I would only have a month to prepare. They gave me three options of regions to work in and 24 hours to accept. It took me 45 minutes to say yes.
Sept. 7, 2007 – Got the letter from the school, and found out I’ll be in Tarragona. It’s a old Roman fort right on the Mediterranean, an hour down the coast from Barcelona. Went out and got the 27 things needed to apply for visa, including new 3×3 photos (dig that Jarhead haircut; thought it’d help the cause more than the wavy locks I was accruing):
Sept. 11, 2007 – Miles driven: 327. Hours spent driving: 5.5. Time spent in Chicago applying for visa: 15 minutes.
Sept. 16, 2007 – Agreed to sell car whence I leave. Thanks, Katie.
??? – I finally get my visa and can leave this place. No thanks to you, Spanish Consulate. (Vas a la mierda, Pablo Picasso.)
Now, I wait…
