Sunday

licensed to wait

You can all rest a little easier, because Robin and I now have Costa Rican licenses. We got them on Friday. As with anything, it was not an easy process. We arrived at the DMV (Which in Costa Rica is called MOPT) at about 10:30. There was a guy outside who began to tell us about all the steps we would need to go through. He said the whole process should take 2 hours. I know that sounds long, but we had heard that it could take up to 3 hours, so we were encouraged.

It took 6.

The first step was to get examined by a doctor. Surrounding the MOPT building are a bunch of little doctor's offices. Their only function is to do license examinations. They have big signs and people outside advertising. We picked one of the closest ones and walked in. I was a little concerned about the doctor's credibility, but he assured us that his medical degree was legit, even if it was earned online. They asked us a few questions, filled out a form and sent us back.

The next step was to have some lady validate our US licenses, so we could get them transferred to Costa Rican licenses. Then, we could get in line. Well, we found our way to this lady's office. She was just about to help us when she got called to an emergency meeting. The whole idea of an emergency meeting at the DMV is still confusing to us. She said she would be back in about a half hour. We knew better than to believe she would be back that soon. We sat down beside her office fully expecting to wait 45 minutes or maybe even an hour. Two and a half hours later, she came back. Two and a half hours . . . sitting. We could have watched a full length movie, played a game of monopoly or built a soap box derby car in that time. But of course, we didn't have those resources. We just sat there. Our main entertainment was watching other people in line. We also played a game in which we would go back and forth saying one word at a time until we had come up with a sentence. After about ten minutes of that, we each had a headache, so we stopped.

My . . . chicken . . . is . . . having . . . a . . . birthday . . . party . . . at . . . Jamaica (most of the sentences ended when I came up with some stupid word that didn't make sense)

After we had our validation, we could get in line. First, we had to go to the desk and have them enter all our info into a computer. Then, we had to go to this bank area to pay. Those two steps went surprisingly fast. The next step was to get a picture taken and get the actual license. The line for that part wrapped around a bunch outside. I don't remember how many hourse we were in that line.

At 4:30, we stumbled out of the MOPT with our licenses. We walked through a very crowded San Jose and took a bus home.

You want to know the funny part? If I had to choose between waiting 6 hours in Costa Rica or waiting fifteen minutes at the 30th street DMV in Canton, I would probably pick Costa Rica. We waited a long time, but at least they were friendly. I think the ladies at 30th street get joy from other people's misery. They're just mean. (If you have a friend or family member who works at the 30th st. DMV, I apologize. I've just had some bad experiences there.)