Genzano di Roma, here we come! On May 12th, I was scrolling through my inbox and saw the following message and literally started screaming.
That’s right, 6 words, no punctuation, no capitalization. Doesn’t matter. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing you won’t be moving to a new country as an illegal immigrant. So wonderful, in fact, Niko drove there today to get them…an 8 hour round-trip drive.
Visa Attempt #1
After having our visa request denied, we were back in Houston, almost 1 month to the day and only 55 days before we were set to fly out for good. After hours and hours of blog reading, forum searches, and even a successful attempt to reach the Houston Italian Consulate by phone, we thought we had it figured out. Note: Each Consulate has it’s own set of rules for approving visas. Although there are guidelines established as a minimum by the country, Italy, itself. Each consulate is given complete autonomy for all approvals. They can require more money for cash reserves, more money for passive income and even if you do meet the criteria, they can still flat out deny you. However, this consulate told us we needed 30 days bank statements and proof that we have at least 32,000 EUR in passive income per person. When asked if that “per person” requirement included our 6 and 12 year old daughters, we were not given a clear answer. We were not given an answer at all, only a scolding. The woman on the other end, said “It doesn’t matter what I tell you over the phone, you need to come in person anyways.” Continue reading “Visa Attempt #2”
As you can see from the title, we did not obtain our visa this visit. Our first visa appointment was for April 1st at 9 am at the Italian Consulate in Houston. We wanted to arrive at 830 in plenty enough time to show to show our eagerness for the appointment and respect for officer conducting the interview. Well, needless to say, we didn’t arrive that early. We arrived at the office at 8:58 am to find that the office doesn’t even open until 9. We were relieved. We waited until 9:01 am and politely as possible rang the door bell to Suite 660. A tall man opened the door then walked around the back to approach the window and ask what we needed. I announced in Italiano, “Siamo qui per un appuntamento di visto.” He asked, in Italiano: our last name, how many of us were present and if I were doing the interview in Italian. I requested, “Inglese per favore.” He said the officer only spoke Italian. I was shocked, my Italiano isn’t THAT good. It’s barely above a beginner’s level. Continue reading “Visa Attempt #1”