Apostilled!

Evidently the Lord is preparing us for dealing with foreign governments. It all started with a trip to our County Courthouse to get a simple apostille. Never mind that I didn’t know exactly what it was nor exactly who to see for one. First stop was office #1. There I was directed to office #2. Office #2 personnel had no idea what an apostille was but said I could wait for the clerk to return or try office #1.

So, I made my way back to office #1 just to be told they had never heard of an apostille and that I must be pronouncing it incorrectly or that the mission must have spelled it incorrectly. They invited me to come back when I knew what I needed. Hoping that the clerk had returned I moseyed back to office #2. She had returned but had never heard of an apostille.

Thankfully, someone took pity on me and looked the information up on the internet. What is an apostille? It is an official certification that a document going to a foreign country is authentic such as a marriage or birth certificate. Where do you get them? In another office, in another building, in another city of course. And so begins the run around of getting things done in a not so foreign government.