We’ll it took all of three weeks at the most for my new driver’s license to come in the mail. And with that the process was complete. That certainly says a lot in favor of Spanish red tape. There simply was none, or very little, and it could not have been more painless. Save the 54€ of course, which always comes at a time when you least appreciate it.
Anyhow, I opened the envelope and studied the card. I looked horrible in the photo. I mean godawful. I had an instant urge to fly into a rampage a lo Mel Gibson calling everyone whores and jackasses.
The woman at the clinic did say it was time for a photo because, in her words, “ten years had passed”, and God bless her, she managed to capture effects of the elapsed time in a single blurry shot. I looked as if I had moved on. I looked a touch more worn down. I looked as if I were up for parole. We’ll see what the next ten years of driving should bring. I feel there is so much ground yet to cover. I’ll just need a car and a ton of money for gas.
