tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14973093.post115689480801177754..comments2008-12-10T13:19:40.508+01:00Orehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230896381942258816noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14973093.post-1157153232108039962006-09-02T01:27:00.000+02:002006-09-02T01:27:00.000+02:00You are welcome, Trae.<BR/><BR/>Anon: Yes, I did.Orehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10230896381942258816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14973093.post-1157141351602652642006-09-01T22:09:00.000+02:002006-09-01T22:09:00.000+02:00<I>I could not figure out if she hadn't really understood (maybe it was the whiny <BR/>American accent that threw her off) or if she was disingenuously trying to rub <BR/>it in the faces of those of us still awaiting our turn.</I><BR/><BR/>haha...thank for the info, could come in handy someday.TRAEhttp://www.traedays.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14973093.post-1156956178750677112006-08-30T18:42:00.000+02:002006-08-30T18:42:00.000+02:00Everchange, if you hate the US embassy, you haven't been to the French...Chxtahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03363269342812285103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14973093.post-1156954039608371442006-08-30T18:07:00.000+02:002006-08-30T18:07:00.000+02:00I loathe the U.S. Embassy...they provide me the biggest motivation for getting a western passport (more likely green card) as soon as possible. I hate them! I hate them! I hate them!Everchangehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13835566227357666245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14973093.post-1156945007666103472006-08-30T15:36:00.000+02:002006-08-30T15:36:00.000+02:00Ah the good old American Embassy! They did me a huge favour in a round about kind of way. <BR/><BR/>Back in 1998 I wanted to go to Jamaica with my then boyfriend (now husband) for christmas and the most logical route to take would have been through Miami. Good old BF didn't have a problem because he had a British passport but I, on the other hand, had a nice green one. So it was off to the embassy for me. In those days it was still the time of queues backing up for miles and I was number 2678 (felt like it anyway) in spite of the fact I had gotten there for about 5.00am! Long story short - I paid, waaaaiiittted, was interviewed and refused a visa!! And mind you all I wanted was a transit visa - I had no interest in staying in the States. But the lady behind the screen just didn't want to know. Boy was I mad!!!!!!!! I think what made me even madder was the N5000 they had just 'chopped' from me for nothing!! As you may have guessed this still pains me to this day.<BR/><BR/>But, yes this story has a happy ending, this experience spurred me on to actively pursue my EU passport (my mum is German so I was entitled to one) which I did and I got!!! If I hadn't been refused by the American Embassy I would never have bothered to try for an EU passport. And now, I have been to the States. Twice! So there!! LOL<BR/><BR/>PS: Yes, we did still go to Jamaica that year but via Europe.Pilgrimage to Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13278109654256866296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14973093.post-1156927518317055492006-08-30T10:45:00.000+02:002006-08-30T10:45:00.000+02:00so you were granted a visa then.<BR/>sorry i didnt get that from your post. i really hope i'm not like that stupid womanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com