It's a Miracle

We went, once again, to the license bureau office for the island of Bonaire.  We had a 8:00 am appointment, apparently with 20 other people.  We sat in the waiting room. The receptionist finally showed up and gave us a number for our appointment.  It was 203 and they started at number 103. In truth, we were the third ones called to the counter.

We wore long pants, closed toed shoes and shirts with sleeves. This is a requirement when meeting with the government. Rick commented: "this is unnatural". We have spent six months in swim suites, shorts and tank tops.  It certainly felt unnatural to have all these clothes on. Putting shoes on was also a rude awakening for our feet that have only felt the freedom of flip flops.

We also carted all of our paperwork with us because they usually ask to see it, one more time.  This time they didn't ask for any documents.

After six months and two days, we received our resident ID cards. They took our photos, looked at our passports and created the cards. It took about 45 minutes. It is anti-climatic after waiting all this time. 

It's a miracle!