Immigration Saga Continues

On Wednesday, we knew we would not be diving because we were beat up from the previous days dive. We decided to head to the immigration office in Playa Del Carmen to hopefully finalize and turn in all the paperwork they have requested. John has made a comment that morning,
"We will hopefully get through step 1". I would soon find out how true his statement was.

Remeber, they stamped John's FM3, retired Mexico resident visa, in the wrong spot at the border and we have been trying to get it taken care of. This was our 5th time to the office in Playa. It looked promising as we got past the first official, I'll call him the paperwork monitor, and we actually got a badge with a number and made it into the next room....wooohooo! Things were looking up. After a short time they called our number...amarillo cuatorce-yellow 14...and we were at the window talking to the next official. She was stamping every copy.....things were looking promising. We had all the necessary copies, letters and documents filled out and then they said......" It should be ready in 3 weeks". We were definately not prepared for that!!!

OMG! Those of you who were with us during hurricane Wilma, may have observed a slighly more escalated scene when they told us our seats were not available on the plane out of the country...and we were holding tickets. That was the time, I snapped like a twig, head spinning around while pounding on the ticket counter of US Airways, screaming..."NO, BUT WE HAVE TICKETS!!!" I have no recollection of this but unfortunately there were witnesses. John informed me that when I repeated the sentence...blah blah blah...3 weeks" he was afraid I was headed in the same direction. I informed them that we were leaving on Sunday....to which the official said..."go see my friend at the front desk to get another set of forms to leave the country." John had some questions, but he thought he had better get me out of there or he would never see his FM3 again!

So back to the front desk again. The official paper monitor pulled out the additional form, letter, requirements, and deposit form that we would need to complete in order for John to leave the country prior to his FM3 being completed. We took all the paperwork, walked out, and I got a bit twirly ( wigged out). And after that we got back in a cab (that is a whole other logistic story even to get to the immigration office because Playa Del Carmen is a complete zoo), back to the parking lot where the truck was and headed South to Tulum. I quick lunch stop at Lol-Ha, a restaurant on the beach in Akumal brought things back down to a Defcon 4. You know that poppers and one mango margarita were involved.

Now to figure out what the heck we are going to do....but I think we need to mull it over for a bit!!