aroadlestraveled

When dealing with friendly Canadian Embassy staff in a foreign country, TEARS are your friend.

Actually, Ro told me to make it sound as dire a situation as possible and look sad so that they would be sure to give me a new Passport ASAP. As it turned out, that Monday morning as I was getting ready to head to the embassy, I realized I couldn’t find my Visa card. I turned my purse inside out three times to no avail. I HAD lost my Visa card. Not only was my passport expired BUT now I had NO credit card. Could anything else go wrong????

I left it in the restaurant, Locanda, Sunday night I guessed. It was up on Capitol Hill and I had al dente, homemade spaghetti with fresh peas, procuitto, and pecorino cheese. Mmmmmmm! They were small, casual, very good service and empty (though it was only 5:30 pm).

But I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, my credit card. I knew they were closed on Mondays and most of the day Tuesday and that I had no other credit cards and NO bank card. I had brought a decent amount of cash but had been depending on joining Ro in Spain, he had liquidity!!! Basically without it I was screwed.

So when the consul walked in to the embassy, I approached her to explain my passport sob story and BURST OUT CRYING. No need to act. I was a pitiful mess. Thankfully I had a temporary passport the next day by 9:30 am. This consulate was a savior!

Word to the wise, travel with more than one credit card, maybe keep the other in a separate bag. Cash is a MUST!!!