Posted by: Dee Andrews | June 9, 2008

Hasta Luego!

our-household-in-six-suitcases1 See everyone later!  Today’s the day!  Our six suitcases are packed! Emma and Scott left this morning at 9:00am for the airport and their flights to Washington DC and then London.  Grace and I leave this afternoon at 3:00pm for our flights to Calgary and then London.  We are all reuniting at Heathrow in London, spending a night there, and then on to Barcelona the following morning (Wednesday.) 

It’s hard to believe it’s actually happening!  We’ve been planning this for almost a year so we all felt it was time to finally go. 

We’re excited!  Had some hard goodbyes, but we got through them and are on our way. 

More later!

Posted by: Dee Andrews | March 17, 2008

The New Neighborhood

Flatirons in Boulder with snow There was a beautiful spring snow last night and the street sparkled as we pulled out of the driveway on our way to school this morning.  I commented to the girls, “Look how magical the street looks!”  Emma replies, “I really like this neighborhood and how it’s quiet and doesn’t have a lot of cars driving around.”  “And there are no college students,” Grace interupts with.  Emma again, “But you know, it’s away from the main road and it’s just really quiet.”  “Yes, I do know, Emma,” I reply.  And then I have to get in my “lesson of the day,” “That’s one of the good things about moving; you get to try new neighborhoods and discover that you like some things about the new one.”  “Well, I still miss 15th street and living close to Anna.  “I miss living near Georgina too.”  (Anna’s mom.)  “But now we can think about the things we loved about 15th street and the things we’re enjoying about Nana and Papa’s house, and can try to have them all in our next house.”  “When will we have our next house,” asks Grace?  Oh, I think, that’s a landmine I’m not going near this morning.  “Wow, look at the mountains!  They look like powder sugared donuts this morning!”

Posted by: Dee Andrews | March 16, 2008

To Spain, via Disneyland

emma-grace-spain-consulate Grace and Emma want to sit together on our flight to Los Angeles.  We are flying standby on an earlier flight, the snowstorm brewing in Denver concerning me.  This is not a trip we can delay as we have our appointments at the Spanish consulate early the next morning to apply for our Spanish visas.  We have two seats together and two others apart.  We decided to put the girls together; they love the idea!

I am sitting a row in front of them.  Perhaps it doesn’t initially cross my mind to ask the gentleman in their aisle seat to switch because I am so excited about my book being my flight companion.  What was I thinking?!  I wasn’t that they weren’t being good; they actually were fairly perfect, seasoned travelers, my five and nine-year-olds.  The businessman next to them in the aisle was a little older than me, a parent of kids himself he told me when we deplaned.  I had initially left the girls to their own devices, my nose already deep in my book, so the gentleman may have thought they were traveling alone.  I hear him ask, “Are you from California or Colorado?”  Emma politely responds, “We live in Colorado.”  Grace jumps in, “But she was born in California!  I was born in Colorado.”  Man, “So you’re going to California for a visit.”  Emma, “We’re going to get our visas… because we’re moving.”  Man, confused, “Visas?  Where are you moving?”  Emma, nonchalently, politely, as if it happens every day, “to Spain.”  He ponders.  Grace pipes up, “But we’re going to Disneyland first.” 

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Posted by: Dee Andrews | March 5, 2008

la trepadora

la trepadora….trep-a-dora, mom……trrrrrrep-a-dora……trrrrre, trrrrrre

The girls keep rolling their Rs and giggling that I can’t do it. “Show-offs,” I say! trrrrree, trrrrre.

Grace was learning the Spanish words on the playground today at school. I belive la trepadora is Spanish for jungle gym or monkey bars or some climbing apparratice of sorts. She and Emma are both cruising along with their Spanish; I hope enough so that a local Spanish school is an option for them. I would love to live in a small Spanish village and have them walk to the public school and make friends and have a true cultural experence. We shall see. In the meantime, we all practice rolling our Rs. I have better luck with rolling my eyes at them and their Rs!

Posted by: Dee Andrews | February 20, 2008

Burnt Pork Chops

I wanted to have my own tantrum tonight, while I was fixing dinner and destroying two of my mother-in-laws shiny stainless steel pans in the process. I am a fairly good cook. It’s been awhile since I completely burnt two pans and dinner in the process of putting food on the table for my family. Chalk it up to no grill, an electric stovetop, pans I am not familiar with, cook temperatures I am not familiar with, and an ad-lib marinade made out of dumpling sauce that sizzled and smoked its way to crusty black.

It’s not really about the pork chops or pans. It’s really about living in someone else’s house with someone else’s things. One’s mother-in-law’s at that. (But, I love my mother-in-law and if I called her right now and told her my woes, she’d have a great solution for those burnt pans or she’d tell me to throw them away, not worry about them, etc.)

This really is about my first melt-down post moving from my house, into temporary housing until we move to Spain in June. I haven’t missed my stuff too much yet. I actually even came home last night and crawled into the guest room double bed that my husband and I have been cozily sharing for two months and felt like I was home. I miss my office bulletin board and my pantry, but I am enjoying the spacious mud room I gained. I miss being organized. It’s hard to organize yourself in someone else’s house, even though I really don’t have too much to organize. It’s my office and the paperwork and writing and visa applications that feel unorganized. It doesn’t feel that way, it is! It’s all over the basement living room floor! Scattered across the sewing table, on top of Raggedy Ann dolls that Nana must have planned for my nieces’s 2nd birthday. (She made sets of them for Emma and Grace too when they turned two!) (Did I mention how great she is?!)

I didn’t have the tantrum. I decided to pout a smidge and then act with grace and courtsey and put a smile on for my family. The pork chops didn’t actually taste too bad. The lemon spinach cous cous that I found in someone else’s pantry was actually a hit.

Posted by: Dee Andrews | February 10, 2008

Immigration

I have a new found empathy for anyone trying to immigrate. Usually here in the United States, the word is associated with illegal immigrants from Mexico. I now have a better understanding and response when people say they should just come here legally.
Let me explain the legal process to immigrate to Spain. Because we are planning on staying longer than 90 days, a residency visa is necessary. The residency visa requires each of us to board a plane next week for Los Angeles, California (remember, we live in Colorad0) and appear at the Spanish consulate to submit our visa applications. All of the required information is easily found on the Spanish consulate website (once you figure out you need to go to the Spanish consulate website, that is!) Here’s the list we have to compile:
Required documents:

  1. Visa application form and two fotocopies
  2. Two passport-type photos: (of course, they require different sizes and specifications than US passport photos)
  3. Passport and two copies: Passport valid for a minimum of 3 months after the intented date of departure from Spain, with at least one blank page to affix the visa.
  4. Non-Us citizens will have to provide Evidence of their Immigration Status in the US (okay, one that doesn’t apply to us!)
  5. Health certificate, translated into Spanish and two photocopies: Letter typed on doctor’s stationery verifying that you are in good physical and mental health, free of contagious or infectious diseases and drug addiction. These items must be specified, and this letter must be signed by a medical doctor. This documents can not be older than two months and have to be issued in the place of your legal residence (US). (Have you ever tried to get a letter from your doctor, it required a couple weeks since the doctor just can’t write it and print it out; has to be dictacted and sent to a special word processing department at the main medical center.)
  6. Police criminal record clearance verified by fingerprints and two photocopies. This documents can not be older than two months and have to be issued in the place of your legal residence (We were very surprised to find upon pulling up the FBI website, that this process can take up to 5 months! Given that we didn’t have an additional 5 months, on top of the 3-6 months that it take for the visa, this was a big concern for us. We requested an expediated turn-around of one month, which you can request but with no guarantee, and were thankful to find them waiting for us in our mailbox in about 2 weeks. Perhaps it helped that neither Scott nor I had a record!)
  7. Proof of sufficient funds to live in Spain without working for the period of time you and your family, if the case, intend to stay there.
  8. Visa fee ($100 each)
  9. Spouse of the main applicant should submit the documents numbered 1,2,3,4,5,7,8 and a Marriage certificate authenticated with the “Apostille of The Hague” and two photocopies. (So let me talk about the Apostille of The Hague. In and of itself, it’s not that complicated of an issue. Back in the 1960s, many countries got together and agreed to accept each other’s public documents (such as birth certificates, marriage certificates, death certificates, etc) as long as they had this Apostille stamped on them. The Apostille is an embossed stamp certifying the authenticity of the document. It is given by the Secretary of State’s office in each state. So, since we had a marriage certificate from Kansas, one birth certificate from California, and one birth certificate from Colorado, we theoretically had three states to work with. After writing and requesting for additional certified copies of all of these documents, I then was told by the Colorado Secretary of State that they could give them all the Apostille. A chance phone call to the Kansas Secretary of State revealed that no other state could Apostille a Kansas document! The tricky part of this was that I needed the marriage certificate mailed the next day so that I’d receive it in time to get on the plane to Los Angeles. Thankfully, Diane in Kansas walked my certified marriage license copies over to Don in another Kansas department, who was to give them the Apostille, and Don sent them to me next-day UPS. (Of course, all for a small fee of $61.) So now I was worried, did California too require me to have a California birth certificate Apostilled there in California? Many phones calls and a reading of the Colorado Notary’s Handbook and the Colorado Statues governing notaries, revealed that Colorado could Apostille a “certified copy” of a California birth certificate, which any Colorado notary could make. (However, this apparently is the newest and least used notary service and most Colorado notaries don’t know they can do it or how to do it. Thankfully, I printed out all of the instructions from the various websites and took them with me to walk the notary through it all.) A final drive to Denver to the Colorado Secretary of State, and I had all of my Apostilled documents! Whew.
  10. Children of the main applicant should submit the documents numbered 1,2,3,4,5,7,8 and a Birth certificate authenticated with the “Apostille of The Hague” and two photocopies.

    Now you may have an idea of my professed new found empathy for immigration documents. The list is long, complex, expensive and takes a long time! And, all of these documents and processes are a regular and normal process for us here in the United States of America. What if you lived in a third-world country that didn’t even have reliable phone or mail service?

    Here’s my running list of visa costs:
    airfare for 4 to California: $892
    Los Angeles hotel for 2 nights: $358
    car rental: $48
    visa application fees for 4: $400
    passport photos for 4: $24.00
    renewed passports for girls, application fees:
    renewed passports for girls, expediated fees:
    renewed passports for girls, photo fees: $12
    health letters translated into Spanish: $285
    health letters FedEx overnight fees:
    FBI fingerprinting fees for 2:
    FBI overnight postage: $
    FBI application fees:
    Kansas marriage certificate, 3 certified copies: $26
    Kansas marriage certificate, overnight UPS: $25
    Kansas marriage certificate, credit card processing fee: $9
    Kansas marriage certificate, Apostille fee for 3 docs:
    Colorado birth certificate, 3 certified copies: $
    Colorado birth certificate, Apostille fee for 3 docs: $6
    Colorado birth certificate, Apostille fee to process in person, same day vs. mailing: $45
    California birth certificate, 3 certified copies: $
    California birth certificate, expediated processing and postage fees:
    California birth certificate, Apostille fee for 3 docs: $0
    California birth certificate, Apostille fee to process in person: $45
    parking in downtown Denver for Apostille at Secretary of State: $10

    I’m scared to add it all up.

    One note on expediation fees. We knew from the Spanish consulate website that it took 3-6 months to process our visa applications. So, with an intended departure of June 1 for Spain, we knew we were starting a bit late when we started in early January. (We did sell our house, move and celebrate the holidays all in December!) What we didn’t realize until we got into the process of tracking down certified copies of documents, is that each of these documents were professing to take anywhere from 2 weeks to 5 months. In many cases, the expediated fee helped take 5 months down to 3 weeks, which we considered a more realistic timeline. At some point, we just had to book our flights to Los Angeles, because waiting too long to do that could have increased that price substantially, and hope we had all of the necessary documents!

    Wish us well, we leave on Valentines Day for our visa appointments!

Posted by: Dee Andrews | February 10, 2008

Family Meetings Part 2

Bullring in Ronda, Spain

Bullring in Ronda, Spain

We had our second family meeting yesterday, and I highly recommend them for anyone planning an extended trip with children! Emma and Grace are mostly not enthused about moving to Spain. The fears and sadness of going and leaving outweigh the fun of the adventure. So, we are trying to make the move more real for them and give them some things to grab on to. Yesterday, we all took a color-coded push pin and stuck them in a European map to mark the places we’d like to visit.

Emma chose Pompeii(for her 10th birthday,) Paris (for the Eiffel Tower and Louvre) and Belgium (she wants to see where they make their chocolate!) Also watching the US Women’s soccer team play in Portugal in March. Grace chose swimming with dolphins at the Valencia, Spain aquarium, safari in Africia, riding horses on the beach, the Queen of England and any castle icon she could find, regardless of country. Scott chose the coast of Croatia, the Tour de France, Greece and the tomato festival in Valencia. I chose the Guggenheim museum in Balboa, Germany and Austria for a trip to show Mom and Dad the “homeland,” running with the bulls in Pamplona (also a request from Dad,) Rome, Holland for the Anne Frank museum, and the famous bullfight in the famous bullring in Ronda (with Scott only, for his next birthday.)

Everyone enjoyed pushing pins away, there wasn’t one grumble but enthusiasm and interest. We just have to keep this up. The girls will come around.

Posted by: Dee Andrews | January 31, 2008

Family Meetings

vesuvius-and-pompeii1 We had our first family meeting about our move to Spain last Sunday. We should have had one a long time ago, but as with all of this, we are learning. Scott and I made the mistake of discussing a sabbatical way too early with the girls. While we’ve been considering and discussing this for six months now, that is way too much time for them to have to deal with their fears and concerns. What we thought they would love talking to us about, they now hate. As you would expect, they are scared and sad about leaving Boulder and their school and friends and family.

So I proposed a family meeting to just get all of the concerns out on the table, and Scott had the idea to focus on the summer and all of the great, fun things we will get to do. Each of us took one of the girls and a big pad of paper and pens and ink and started drawing all of the cool things we are going to do. Both girls loved it and we all had a fun time. They each then had to present the poster, and we hung them up in the bedroom afterwards.

The next day, I had two comments from Emma, “When we go to Spain….” I was so excited to hear her acknowledge the inevitable. It was a first. She later in the day than exclaimed, upon some discussion amongst her and Grace, “I never get to have my birthday anywhere fun!” So I challenged her to pick somewhere fun for her 10th birthday in November…Paris, Switzerland, Africa? She shot out, “Pompeii!” So, Pompeii, Italy it is for us in November!

Other things to note on the posters:

  • the Dali and Picasso museums
  • surf boarding
  • drinking wine
  • the aquarium in Valencia
  • horseback riding
  • planting a garden
  • a swimming pool at our rental house
  • enough lounge chairs around the swimming pool for many visitors
  • visiting castles
  • flamenco dancers
  • fresh bagettes of bread
  • olives
  • coffee and churros at outdoor cafes

The girls wanted to have family meetings twice a week after that. We’ve opted for a regular scheduled Sunday afternoon one. Next topic, picking the rental houses for the summer. Stay tuned.

Posted by: Dee Andrews | January 27, 2008

Missing 4th Grade

The girls are so angry about the move to Spain. Emma especially is just furious about not having any control over our decision to go. For her, she adamently does not want to leave her school, Community Montessori. It is a very special school and the only school she’s been to since she started at age 3. She will miss 4th grade, at the least. I understand it’s these years of being the oldest kid, the leader at the school, the closure and culmination of her time there, that she is sad to miss. I also believe that as she gets older, it will only get harder and she will be much less likely to try new things if she’s not pushed now. She’s a nester. The irony is she will be the one to love Spain and the experience and particaluarly the International schools if we decide to go that route. She loves school; she’d love what they offer and how they challenge.

Grace is following Emma’s lead. Emma is angry and refusing to go; Grace is the same. On her own, I think Grace would embrace the adventure. That’s just her natural personality, to explore, move around, try out new things. She hasn’t bonded strongly with anything or anyone to feel like she’ll miss it.

Emma is now just refusing to even get on the airplane, and it is a tactic that could be very effective should she actually pull it. She can be very stubborn at times. I’m hoping the five months we have will get her over her fears and sadness enough to go and try to enjoy the new experience.  Or, then, there is Ambien.  =)

Posted by: Dee Andrews | January 26, 2008

Sabbath. Sabbatical. Time-off.

Our sabbatical, time-off, check-out…whatever it may be called….we are officially making it happen since we sold our house last month and have moved into Scott’s parents’ house from now until we leave in June. 

I’m skimming through the stack of library books we just came home with and discover this quote…

from Living Simply with Children, “Everything of lasting value takes time — and time is at a premium these days. Parenting, like all arts, requires expanses of empty time for spontaneous, unbidden life to erupt through the humdrum of shuttling between appointments. This isn’t just clock time. It isn’t just scheduled “quality time.” Time is like a vast, shimmering Shangri-la that is accessed when we leave the manufactured, regimented world behind. It is always there for us, but we need to be there in it or it doesn’t show up. Laughter happens in that kind of time. So does love. And meaning. We need time off from clock time. Sabbaths. Rest. Giggling. Lying in the grass….Simple living means taking time off from clock time, making Sabbath time more important than errands and emails and even grades and lessons and homework.”

It struck a cord with me.  I think our sabbatical is about some of this for me.  Time off from the clock and schedule that kids inevitably have.  I’m ready for hammock time!

 

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