, right by my terminal, which is wonderfully close to a Tim’s. I can smell the caffeine. Toronto Airport
Date : 8th November 2010
Greetings Blog readers! Guess who finally made a start to their journey! Right now I am sitting in the
, not a bad location. Except I can not for the life of me connect to the internet. And my backpack is wayyyyy too heavy for me to be getting up to ask someone for assistance any time soon. So here it is; one of the first of many to come, blog entries, written on Microsoft Word and saved for later. Just like the Boston Cream donut’s cream on my lovely scarf… Toronto Airport
Thus far into this adventure today there isn’t much to recount. All I’ve really done is fly to
. Which really wasn’t all that exciting. Toronto
Some of you who came to the airport this morning to wish me off and catch one last real life glimpse of me may be wondering about the crying baby I had to sit beside. As soon as we levelled out some thousand (maybe only hundreds?) feet in the air, we were both relatively quiet.. fast asleep.
Y’all may have heard a lil bit about my troubles and the French Consulate. Since I have nothing better to do right now, I’ll lay it down for ya;
Way back in August when I first applied for my visa I was thinking it would come in the mail a short week or two after. That was not so. Not at all. I waited for three weeks until heading off to
to visit them in person to fully submit my application. And do a little sight seeing with my Dad. Toronto
Then the wait began.
To be fair, I was missing some documents. Some had to be sent back to
France to be signed, which took nearly a month to be returned to me, but I promptly had them sent away to Toronto in with double express envelopes (one to get my stuff to , and another within to get my Visa and passport back ASAP). Toronto
Oh The E-Mail. When I saw that the Consulate had made an appearance in my inbox I was thrilled. One click later my world came crashing down and days of going in and out of my Stress Comas ensued. What The E-Mail said that my visa had been approved, but the French language course I had to take (which is scheduled to begin in January 2011) was problematic since the date did not coincide with my November arrival in
. Please note that before slipping into a Stress Coma I fired off an email expressing my frustrations. France
See, nowhere on the French Embassy site does it specify that the dates have to coincide. Their defence was that they do state that they may need “any other additional documents” aka they just made themselves a HUGE loop hole that I can in no way argue.
I began planning my life out for another couple months in
. Started looking into getting more shifts for the next week at my two jobs, took a Food Safety course so I could get a better job. Saskatoon
For some reason, on Thursday, I decided to check out the status of the Express envelope I had sent to the Consulate. The weirdest thing I discovered; the envelope had been processed the previous day in a
post office. Toronto
Becoming guarded for a hard let down, they had either sent my passport back, my visa (with my passport) or neither of the two.
Waiting merely a day with antici.. …pation, sure enough my visa came in the mail on Friday.
And now, here I am. On my way.
5:35 pm. Still balmy. No breeze.
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