work visa

memory:

driving on the back of a motorcycle behind the sweet assistant of batuta, danyiber, through the breathtakingly beautiful andes, at the frontera/border of equador. going between the two border cities of ipiales and tulcan, getting papers notified, getting one thing printed, and another thing stamped, and back and forth through border control (nothing like that of mexico and us). waiting in lines, but happy the whole time. the beauty of the region, mixed with the fact that to get this type of visa to come to the us is nearly impossible for colombians and many other nationalities made me so grateful to be living this life. finally, after 3 days of motos, papers, interviews in spanish to get my work visa- I succeeded. thank you batuta, danyiber, and the ande mountains for your strength and help.