Passport Adventures sounds like a child's computer game...

So! Today I got up extra early and took the bus where the internet told me to. I lost my passport, you see, and thought I could easily get another one if I just went to the US Consolate. They'd understand. They're all American there.

I was wrong.

First off, it took me much longer than it should have to get there. I asked the front desk of the Balmoral Hotel, the Tourist Information center, and finally got accurate directions from a Spanish Hotel. I walked all the way there (well over 20 minutes) and finally saw a star-spangled banner. I went in, and after about five minutes of pleading, they let me into the entrance way. I explained my situation, and they said I needed an appointment.

What.

The email I received said I could go there without an appointment, I said.

No, they said. You have to make an appointment.

So I gave them my phone number and I have an appointment at 9:00 AM tomorrow. Right before my tutorial at 10:00. I already missed a class today to do this--but luckily, that was my Easy class. If it takes more than an hour, I'll be screwed. It takes a very, very long time to get from the New College to the Consolate. There are no buses. I might as well just not go to class at all.

RAGE.

However, things did look up. I coped with this by doing what I usually do when I'm sad--going into a Burger King on Prince's Street (ah, America) and getting a medium Diet Coke. No ice, but it calmed me down. I then went to H&M for a little retail therapy. I bought a sweater. It's lovely.

That's what I've been missing. I've been missing routine. I've missed shopping. I've missed American stores.

Now, to read the stuff for the class I might not make.