Bonjour mes Amis!
Pierre here again, your friendly Frenchman, with more travel adventures to share. If you’ve been following my adventures so far, then you’ll no doubt be on the edge of your seat for whatever I might stumble into next. As I had stated before, my work had brought me to the west coast, land of sunshine and stardom. I must say, the west coast is definitely the best coast. There are so many rich cultures and peoples here, it truly is a unique area of our world.
I spent my first few days here on the west coast in Southern California, mostly for selfish reasons I must admit. I’ve always wanted to visit the beaches, try my hand at catching a few waves, and watch the sunset as the waves crash along the shore. Of course, I’ve also always wanted to visit the happiest place on earth…Disneyland!
Not sure how happy one can be after the price of admission into this place, but nevertheless I just had to go. There is definitely something magical that you cannot put into words in regards to that feeling you have when you step through the entrance gates and first gaze upon the castle. It’s like stepping through a time warp and instantly becoming a kid again. At this point, nothing else really mattered. With my newly granted ability to be a kid again, I ran around the park with a smile plastered on my face. I certainly didn’t want to leave this place, nor did I want this wonderful feeling to go away. But alas, life has a certain way of showing up when you least want or expect it. C’est la vie!
Things are so spread out around here that I had to get a rental car for my jetting around, which, was no problem. The problem came as I was leaving the happiest place on earth. It can definitely be tough to find your way around in a new place but add on top of that some seriously bad traffic and some seriously bad drivers and chaos can certainly ensue.
So I was heading home, smile still plastered on my face, when the dreaded flashing lights appeared in my rear view mirror. Confused by what I had possibly done, I pulled over and awaited my fate. Rather than just sit in the silence and go over in my head what I possibly could have done to deserve this interruption in my evening, I figured I’d be preemptive and pull out my passport and other forms of ID. To my surprise chaos was about to ensue because I had FORGOTTEN MY PASSPORT at the hotel! The police officer approached my window shortly after this moment of panic and before he got out a word I blurted out that I was a foreigner and had forgotten my identification. While I’m sure this officer is capable of understanding people’s plights, in this instance he played it by the book. My fate was to be transported to the station where I would have to deal with immigration to sort it all out. That is not the sentence you want to hear as a foreigner visiting a country. Things went from bad to worse and I found myself in a bit of a tough situation. What was I to do?! What could I, should I do?!
Luckily we have this thing called technology and I was able to do a little research and find an immigration lawyer in Southern California. After a little searching, I had found the perfect person.
Let me tell you, the smile that was stolen from me was returned! I had nothing but a smooth and easy experience with them. They were extremely knowledgeable and assured me that nothing would happen and they would sort it all out. Within an hour or so I was saved from my sticky situation and allowed to return to my regularly scheduled program. Lessons were learned and I met people I’d like to see again and others, not so much. After such an ordeal I decided it was best to move on to my next adventure.
Until next time my friends, au revoir!
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