Anyone who has ever moved to another country knows that there are several bureaucratic hoops to jump through. Italy is no different except for the fact that they like to make things seem much more complicated than need be at times. In their defense, I suppose that the responsibility of letting someone into the European Union, without thoroughly checking them out, is a pretty grand affair.
I applied for my Permesso di soggiorno -PDS (Permission to stay) after we got married and I had the legal forms mailed to me from Canada. This took several months of photocopying, letters, emails and trips to the post office. We hit a snag when the Questura requested an additional declaration of my name. I acquired my first husband’s name 15 years ago and after the divorce never bothered to change it back. Had I owned a crystal ball and foretold my future I would have never changed it in the first place!
Anyways, fast-forward to our one year anniversary and still no PDS, we made another trip to the Questura to submit this final document only to be told that my original application cannot be found! Apparently my file is somewhere in the bowels of some musty closet and archived alphabetically under “who gives a flying fart”. Fair enough, as we hardly rushed the documents on our end, so what’s the next step?
We re-submitted some photos and documents and had a lovely chat with a government employee. She informed us that at any time between now and eternity I suppose, someone from the Government offices would be “dropping by for tea” to check on the authenticity of our “union”. Low and behold, two days later the Italian Polizia are on our doorstep to say hello and welcome me to their beauuuuuutiful country and I wasn’t home!
Apparently they poked around, saw my framed family photos, my kitty slumbering on our bed and my messy closet jammed with clothes (thankfully, I cleaned up my room today). Luckily my husband was home to give them a tour and of course Mama was not far behind their trail asking a thousand questions about Lord knows what. They stayed maybe ten minutes and then reported that they may drop in again to see me at home or maybe not.
Soon, I have plans to spend Christmas vacation on the ship with my husband and of course do a side trip to Canada to see my family. If these Polizia dudes are planning on stopping by again for tea, I sure hope it will be sooner rather than later, otherwise we will be celebrating our second anniversary before I ever get this PDS!
Should I bake some cookies and put the kettle on???