The Nilly grand tour takes a step closer to reality! I'm so looking forward to meeting you, Nilly, just because of the way you describe things.
My opinion of American embassies has been pretty low ever since my passport was stolen in Ireland. To replace it, I had to show up at the embassy in Dublin between before noon on a Monday. Since my wallet was stolen on Saturday and we were leaving the next Friday, I only had one opportunity to replace the passport, or I would face a large fine for "traveling without papers," plus the threat that I might not be able to get on the plane at all. I was on a tour with my mother and sister, and on the opposite side of the country on that Monday. I had to take a train to Dublin and wait in a series of not particularly decorative lines in different tiny grubby rooms, then take the train back to another location to meet up with the tour. MasterCard, on the other hand, FedExed a replacement card to my hotel in less than 24 hours.
Hee. Nilly told a fuuny story, and is coming here.
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Nilly is her own brand of funny. She's fuuny.
Yay for Nilly!!! Loved the line story. Now someone needs to take Nilly to the DMV while she's here.
Nillys coming! Nillys coming!
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I keep seeing things and thinking "we can take Nilly there! We can take Nilly THERE!".
Like, my Mom and I just got a membership to the Museum of Natural History and we realized that must be how people go on the sabbath... it's not paying if you're flashing a card, right? As long as you take the stairs you're golden! And Nilly isn't even needing sabbath amusement, I'm just thrilled that I could do it.
So. completely. goofy.
The employees seemed to be American (as in, USA citizens), and quite strict in following the rules. However, the stricness of the rules themselves is in and of itself not-so-Israeli. Here many things are more "just relax and trust that it'll be OK, and it will", if I'm making any sense.
Ah--it was the US Embassy, of course. I somehow missed that.
Also, KATE! I don't remember when last I posted with you! I don't think I even got to compliment you on how great you looked in the F2F pictures
Why, thank you! I'm giddy with the thought that I'll get to meet you soon. This is so exciting!
I keep seeing things and thinking "we can take Nilly there! We can take Nilly THERE!".
Me too. Or I think of things in NY that Nilly would like.
The employees seemed to be American (as in, USA citizens), and quite strict in following the rules.
This is because our government has recently gone insane. Not following the rules (or, in the case of my f-i-l, voicing your opinion that the rules are insane and offering suggestions on how they could be made less so) can get you investigated by the higher-ups to make sure you're not committing treason.
(And I wish I were exaggerating. My f-i-l has never been happier to be nearing retirement.)
NILLY!
Oh I am so sorry about the line (Cashmere cracks me up--but the DMV is nothing compared to the High Emperor of All Lines: Disney World!), but I am
so
excited about you coming! I will be in San Fran for the cookout as well as possibly seeing you while you're on the East Coast, and I'm very excited!
Crossing fingers and toes for you!
I've only been to an American Embassy once, and it was great compared to the next day's visit to the Canadian Consulate. Because the American Embassy in Moscow has no Russians, and they were the ones that gave me incredible grief at the Consulate. The Canadians themselves were just fine.
NILLY!
I just bought two tri-fold futons, single bed size, and we have Ralph Lauren pure cotton sheets and soft blankets, and there will be a trip for me down to the kosher butcher to make damned suire they really are kosher, and a special set of dishes/cutlery/cookware just for Nilly, and...
