Today I called the Spanish consulate in San Francisco because I had a question about the visa process. The clerk's short response to my inquiry:
"I don't know. Send an email." *click*
Spain! How could I forget about your top-notch customer service? About the time when I stood in line at Zara for ten minutes without being helped while your employees discussed dinner with their boyfriends! How excited I am to return to the land where bus drivers could make me tear up with one harsh glance; where grocery store clerks made me feel like I should instantly deport myself; where waiters acted like it was a catastrophe that I asked for water.
But Spain, your unwillingness to help does not deter me. I will get my visa one way or another. I will return to your country and I'll put a smile on, even as it takes you one month to install my internet and another three for my landlord to fix the electrical outlets.
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