Friday, February 22, 2013

Cedula Rigamorol

In Venezuela each resident is issued an identification card called a cedula de identidad. Pancho has had one since he was a child and every so often it needs to be renewed.
Pancho's card had expired and he decided that he would have enough time to get it renewed. So, Monday we all piled into the camioneta and headed to a place where these cedulas can be renewed. We got there and began to unload and before we were all out of the camioneta, word came about that this particular office was not open on Mondays.
Typical, we thought. Pancho said, "We will try tomorrow." Joel was furious! He had not even gotten out of the car and we were all getting back in!
Tuesday the kids and I stayed home while Pancho and his mom went. Tuesday they ran into other issues. They tried another location because Monday's spot had a huge line that appeared to not be moving. The new location said they only did cedulas on Mondays. Go figure!
Wednesday arrived and Pancho and his mom left again, with us staying home, and they found the note pictured below.
"We are not working today due to some operations issues. We don't know where you can get the cedula."
Pancho sent me the picture in a text message. All I could do was laugh. Right. Out. Loud.
This is how life works here. Either deal with it or deal with a lot of frustration.
Praise the Lord they heard of a place in another city where he could get it. They went and got the cedula immediately.
We wanted to share that story to give a tiny flavor for what things are like. It's not bad. It's simply different and learning how to take the limones and make them into a delicious limonada is critical!


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