aufenthaltstitel
Got a new sticker in my passport today which allows me to stay here for the next year as a “freelancer.” Some bureaucratic bizarness involved to get my residency permit, but as this is Germany, I expected worse.
To celebrate not having to go back to the U.S.A. any time soon, I watched five episodes of The Simpsons (I’m well into Season 2) and didn’t study for my German test. It’s tomorrow morning. I’m searching for my inner slacker. Work with me here. Plus, everyone knows last-minute cramming is the way to go.
da police
Six (or was it seven?) trips to the police station in the middle of an industrial park outside Valencia finally paid off. I have my residency card. Which, surprisingly, doesn’t expire until the end of August. According to the woman who gave me the card, I’m authorized to stay in Europe until then. Yippee. Two more months of legal european residency.
I’m off to catch a flight to this last-minute, not-well-planned Fulbright function on some island off the coast of Galicia. Should be interesting.
