Golden Gate Bridge - San Francisco |
The residency application process for Americans has two parts. The first must be completed while still in the U.S. So Monday we headed to San Francisco for a Tuesday morning meeting with the Greek consulate. The session was part interview and part a review of our documents which (we hoped) showed that we met Greek thresholds for income, health, medical coverage and repatriation.
One quick trip
At just over 24-hours our trip to the ‘City by the Bay’ may have been one of our shortest on record. Northern California has been drenched with rain storms in recent weeks. Hotel prices were breathtakingly expensive, ($300 and above in the city’s center where we needed to be). So we weren’t inclined to stay any longer than necessary. We’d decided to make the most of our few free hours there and celebrate The Scout’s recent birthday in this city where crooner Tony Bennett left his heart. . .
One of San Francisco's famed cable cars |
‘I left my heart in San Francisco.
High on a hill it calls to me
to be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars!’
High on a hill it calls to me
to be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars!’
-- Lyrics from Tony Bennett’s, “I Left My Heart in San Francisco
Our Posh (Hotwire) Hotel on Nob Hill
In hopes of finding a reasonably priced room, The Scout turned to Hotwire.com, the internet site on which you book a hotel by its star-rating, price and location, then find out its name after you’ve hit the purchase button. He chose Nob Hill as it was about a mile from the Consulate’s Office; walking distance, if you are up for hill climbing.The Scarlett Huntington Hotel - Nob Hill, San Francisco |
A great, reasonably priced room and not a cloud in the sky. It couldn’t get any better . . .but then it did. We began the birthday celebration with a half block walk to the towering Mark Hopkin’s Hotel and headed to their lounge, aptly named for its location, the Top of the Mark for a glass of wine and a birthday toast.
The Scout and The Scribe - Top of the Mark - San Francisco |
View from Top of the Mark - San Francisco |
Nob Hill from the Top of the Mark - Grace Cathedral, center left |
Then we headed a block beyond that park pictured above and returned to one of our favorite San Francisco eateries.
We found the tiny Nob Hill Cafe, 1152 Taylor Street, is as wildly popular as we remember it being decades ago.
We got there just before 6 p.m. without reservations and lucked out getting a table. When we left an hour and a half later the restaurant was full and foodie fans stood in clusters on the sidewalk waiting for their chance to get inside the small Italian restaurant.
Tuesday Morning: Back to Business
The Consulate’s office is in a residential area of historic homes and tree-lined streets, not far from Pacific Heights and Nob Hill. The neighborhood’s architecture was postcard perfect:San Francisco's Historic Homes |
Loved the ornate entryway |
To Get or Not To Get ~ The Entry Visa
The time had come. Our journey would continue or stop inside this lovely old building which was painted blue and white, the colors of Greece.Greek Consulate Building - San Francisco |
Then we got down to business. We were applying as individuals, so our documents were identical, but had to be presented as though we were on our own.
I went first presenting and explaining each of the documents. It took an hour.
It wasn’t a slam dunk.
The insurance letter wasn’t written to specific categories of coverage as defined by the Greek entry requirements. ‘The insurance company wouldn’t write it that way. But it says the same thing,’ I explained. He sighed. The FBI fingerprint check, was deemed somewhat dated, it was three months old, dated last November. . . My doctor hadn’t used the correct stamp on the medical form. . .
The Scout’s turn. The documents were identical to mine. Another hour passed as documents were moved from The Scout’s stack to Dimitri’s.
Dimitri left the room to enter our information into the system. We sighed.
We paid the non-refundable application fee ($390 for both of us). He collected our passports and self-addressed, stamped envelopes so they could be returned once the application process was complete – two or three days, most likely.
Then Dimitri said we were approved. Done. No fanfare. Just step one completed.
Now the clock starts running. We have a year in which to obtain the residency permit. This visa is a one-time-shot. He made it clear he wouldn't issue a second one.
Then our conversation turned back to Greece.
We told Dimitri to come for coffee the next time he’s in The Mani.
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Back at the hotel an hour later, our mobile phone rang. It was Dimitri. Our passports could be picked up. . .the visas were attached. . .with visa photos as flattering as those in the front of the passport – no mistaking us!
Entry visas - set the process in motion |
So our road trip to residency journey continues. It requires one more trip and a bit more bureaucracy before we leave for Greece. Hopefully you can join us on that journey next week. Thanks again for sticking with us on this rather long and winding road.
We can’t end this segment without sending a big, make that HUGE thank you to all of you who sent us good luck messages both in the comments, on Facebook and via email after reading last week’s post about heading out on this journey. It is a humbling process and your words were just the confidence builder we needed. If you missed last week’s post, you can find it here.
Safe and happy travels to you all.
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