Friday, August 31, 2012

Foreign Police

Okay, so I had to go see the foreign police today. Our appointment was for 9:30, so we left around 9. Well, we got there late, only by about 10 minutes, so it was okay. There was a long line anyway. The foreign police office is like the DMV. Only I don't speak their language. We finally got back to our apartment at 12:50 and we all crashed. Seriously, we took a 4 hour nap. Sweet.
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