I applied for my spousal Visa last Monday at the Italian Consulate. Tiny cluster.
The Italian Consultate NYC branch is stately building on Park Avenue. When you walk inside, you truly feel as if you’ve been transported onto Italian soil. The first time Fabio and I went there, I thought he might hunker down and press his lips.
However, the Alice in Wonderland front doors are not where you enter as a foreigner applying for an Italian visa. Instead, please go outside and around the corner to the basement.
– The eye candy: true building bowels decorated with barbed wire entrance, bullet-proof-glassed cubicles, and 1950s cafeteria chairs
– The populace: many students trying to get visas for summer school in Florence and Rome; other non-Italian randoms trying for work permits
– The soundtrack: loud yelling in thick Italian accents
I was a little scared. Visa applicants with numbers called before mine didn’t have the right paperwork – as indicated by the yelling. Luckily, the loud Italians were incredibly kind to me – probably because I married an Italian citizen and want to live in their country forever. At first, they were unable to locate the marriage registration…which resulted in some terse tones but no raised voices. Frightened into over-preparedness, I had brought an extra copy.
My visa will be ready tomorrow… after which, I can live and work in Italy – but most importantly, I can stay with my honey.
I just can’t wait.