Easter and Kirchnerismo

 Last weekend we celebrated Easter here in Chile, which I thought was worth documenting because of how important it is down here. The boys actually had Good Friday off from school as well as a half day on Holy Thursday. We learned this the hard way, because those dates weren't listed on the school's "No School" calendar. I now realize that the list provided by the school doesn't include ANY public holiday,  only the additional ones taken off by the school. It's lucky I was paying attention to the Whatsapp classroom chats, or else we would have shown up on Friday with lunch boxes in hand. It's a bit of a bummer, because we could have used the long weekend to travel, but as it turned out, the boys and Drew had a nasty virus the week before, high temps, lethargic, and deep coughs for Emerson and Drew. So even if we had a trip planned, we would have been in rough shape. So instead, we stayed close to home and recuperated. 

On the Saturday before Easter, some friends of ours found a craft that was being put on by a local cultural center. It was free, so we decided to go. Turned out it was a huge event, with room for 200 kids.  We got there a half hour early, as the Insta post suggested, and ours were literally the last couple of kids that were admitted. Others got turned away. I found this hilarious because every other event we have been to in Santiago has been a "you're weird if you show up on time" sort of situation. But not this one! We were decorating Easter baskets. Boys had fun. 

Avery and I had our picture taken at the event, and when the photographer asked our name and I said "Kirchner" she thought we were related to the previous President of Argentina, Cristina Fernández de Kirchner (CFK). Being down here, this has come up a couple of times now, so I thought I would mention it.

CFK was the First Lady of Argentina when her husband, Nestor Kirchner, was President from 2003-2007. Then she was President immediately after from 2007-2015. And then she was VP from 2019-2023. Between her and her husband, they've branded their ideas as Kirchnerism or "Kirchnerismo" in Spanish. This is the Gemini response to "What is Kirchnerism."

Kirchnerism (Spanish: Kirchnerismo) is an Argentine political movement based on the ideology of Néstor Kirchner and Cristina Fernández de Kirchner, who consecutively served as presidents of Argentina. Here's a breakdown of its key characteristics:

• Peronist Roots:
  • Kirchnerism is considered a branch of Peronism, a historically significant Argentine political movement. However, it distinguishes itself with its own specific interpretations and policies.   
• Left-Wing Populism:
  • It's generally categorized as left-wing populism, emphasizing social justice, income redistribution, and a strong role for the state in the economy.
• Key Policy Areas:
  • Social Programs: Kirchnerism is known for implementing and expanding social welfare programs aimed at reducing poverty and inequality.
  • Human Rights: A strong focus on human rights, particularly concerning the prosecution of those responsible for abuses during Argentina's "Dirty War."
  • Economic Nationalism: Policies that prioritize national economic interests, often involving state intervention and protectionism.
  • Latin American Integration: A tendency to favor close ties with other left-leaning governments in Latin America.
• Relationship to Peronism:
  • While deriving from Peronism, Kirchnerism has at times clashed with other Peronist factions. It is seen as a reinterpretation of Peronism for the 21st century.
• Economic Policies:
  • It has been characterized by state intervention in the economy, including nationalizations and price controls.

In essence, Kirchnerism represents a particular brand of Argentine politics that blends Peronist traditions with a contemporary left-wing populist approach. Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cristina_Fern%C3%A1ndez_de_Kirchner

The theory sounds good, right? But, I believe people have bad feelings about her, as there were alot of corruption scandals during her presidency. When I asked our Spanish tutor about her, he said she was a criminal and completely corrupt. Doesn't sound like actions are aligning with words. And a criminal in office, that could only happen in South America, right? Lol. But funny about the Kirchner connection, huh? The husband, Nestor Kirchner, was born in 1950 in Rio Gallegos, which is a town down in the Argentinian part of Patagonia, and his wiki page says he was a third generation Kirchner living there of German-Swiss descent.  Which would mean his grandfather would have immigrated in likely the late 1800's, early 1900's. Our Kirchner clan immigrated to Detroit in roughly 1925. So, as far as we know, we are not related to each other, but, somewhere farther back in time, it's certainly possible. 

For actual Easter, Chileans are all about the chocolate eggs and bunnies, so that felt very much the same. But I could not find plastic Easter eggs to set up an Easter egg hunt in the house. Not sure if they hide the chocolate eggs straight? But the plastic ones were no where to be found. It also felt strange to be celebrating Easter in the fall. Bunnies and rebirth and falling leaves? No blossoms Everyone in the Southern Hemisphere that celebrates Christian traditions has to acquiesce to Northern Hemisphere norms, and I never realized how weird it must be until now. Granted if that's all you've ever known, I suppose singing "Let It Snow" in the middle of summer still has that warm, fuzzy, nostalgic feeling if it's tied to fond family memories, but still. How do they not feel ripped off? My favorite Easter tradition is making deviled eggs, which was no problem whatsoever. Hooray!

Mendoza Trip: City Day 2

On our second day in Mendoza, Drew had booked us a walking tour, which, in my opinion, is a wonderful way to see any city. You get a much deeper historical perspective, and there is a lot to gain hearing a local's perspective as well.  The first piece of info shared was that in 1861, Mendoza suffered a 7.2 level earthquake, which killed more than 12,000 people, and the entire city was basically destroyed. So you aren't going to see super old, colonial aged buildings within the city for this reason. The city was rebuilt in a slightly different location over the next few years. They integrated a plaza structure into the city planning, basically parks that provide safe open space for people to flee to if there was ever another earthquake of that severity. You can see the large Plaza Independencia in the middle, with four satellite plazas radiating off of it, for this purpose.  The satellite plazas are: Plaza España, Plaza San Martin, Plaza Chile, and Plaza Italia. We visited Plaza España, Plaza San Martin, and Plaza Independencia on the tour, and then Drew and I hit the other two in our own explorations.

The next tidbit the tour guide shared was that in addition to the plaza integration, the city planners also wanted to provide the city with the feeling of an oasis. This part of Argentina is extremely dry, as the Andes block all of the moisture coming from the Pacific in the west. So all of the irrigation is brought in from rivers that come off the mountains, and it's controlled with canals, ditches, etc. So the entire city has these deep ditches in between the sidewalks and the roads, to control the flow of water. She said you're not a true Mendozian until you have a personal story of falling into one of these ditches, sober or otherwise.  They achieved the oasis feeling by planting an impressive amount of trees, every 15 feet or so along every street in downtown. The skyline is not particularly tall, you so get the lovely, tree-lined avenue feeling throughout the entire city. The trees also take advantage of the ditches for water. The trees also provide much needed shade, as apparently in the summer, temps can get up into the 90s. 

There were also trees I had never seen before. This was my favorite. It looked like a weeping willow, but it was huge, and the leaves were more fern like. No idea what it was specifically; any tree lovers out there that can shed some light? 

The first plaza we visited on the walking tour was Plaza España. The first thing you notice when you start walking through it is that the entire thing is covered by beautiful little colored tiles. They do repeat eventually, but there must be 24 or more different patterns. I think they're supposed to represent different provinces in Spain?

In the center of the Plaza is a lovely fountain that leads you to a large statue and tiled mural. The statue depicts the relationship between Spain and Argentina during the 1600s and 1700s. Spain is the lady on the viewer's left. She is larger and more mature, and she holds books, representing the culture, history, and learning Spain provided to Argentina. Argentina, the lady on the right, is smaller and physically more immature, and she holds grapes, representing the agricultural fruits of labor Argentina provided.  You can also see the ox and plow on the bottom section of the statue, mirroring this same sentiment, while above that is a ship, showing the immigration from Spain.

The tiled murals were impressive. The one in the middle depicts the meeting of the indigenous peoples with the Spanish immigrants, having peaceful, Thanksgiving vibes at the founding of the city by Pedro del Castillo in 1561. Guessing it didn't go down that way, but that's what it shows. 

The mural on the far right is a scene from Don Quixote. The scene to the left of that is more farming love. It's clear what Argentina was valued for back then. The dry climate with mountain water irrigation makes it the Napa Valley of Argentina. 

The mural on the far left is a scene from another famous literary work, this time a poem called The Gaucho Martin Fierro written by José Hernández in 1872. To the right of that, the mural depicts the discovery of the Americas by Christopher Columbus. In the moment, this surprised me; why did they care about Christopher Columbus? But this was quickly followed by a "No Shit" second moment. Christopher Columbus discovered the Americassssss as in plural. North and South America. In 1492 when Columbus sailed the ocean blue, he actually landed in the Bahamas. And, to be fair, more of South America was claimed by Spain who funded Christopher Columbus than in North America. So they have an even stronger connection to him than us North American folks. And yet, my US default mentality was "That's our history, not yours!" Wrong. 

After Plaza España, we went to Plaze Independencia, which is the largest one in the middle. We had actually visited this plaza the night before, that was where the boys gathered their fan club. But this time around, we got more insight on the large fountain in the middle. Originally, this plaza was going to house the Parliment Building, and they even began construction on it. But then they changed their minds, and moved all government buildings to a different Civic Park a few blocks away. They then converted the foundation of that palace into the modern art museum we breezed through the night prior and a theatre. The fountain was added to decorate the outside later on. Pretty cool huh? Once you realize that info nugget, you can picture the ghost of that palace, can't you? Pretty cool. 

Along the tour we passed by the gorgeous old Banco Hipotecario National or National Mortgage Bank, which now the center of Culture in Mendoza. The building is younger than it looks, built in 1924, but I loved all the intricacies of its neoclassical architecture. 

We ended the tour in this very non-descript building that inside has this gorgeous stained glass ceiling. I honestly don't remember what this building was, now it's just a little shopping mall. But this is why I love walking tours with a local. We would have never seen this otherwise. 

After the tour, we went for lunch/dinner at a restaurant recommended by the tour guide called Fuente y Fonda, which serves traditional Argentinian dishes family style. It was delicious and right up our alley. We ended the day by going to the arcade that was directly below our Airbnb. The boys had been eyeing it all weekend, and now, when you ask them what their favorite part of Mendoza was, they say the arcade. 

Overall I loved Mendoza. It felt like Old Town Fort Collins but bigger. The food was definitely more expensive than what we were used to in Santiago, but it was delicious, as was the wine. It has very nice, tranquil vibes. I would definitely go back for a long weekend. Until then. 

Mendoza Trip: City Day 1

We got to Mendoza around 3pm on Saturday. So first order of business was to find dinner. Mendoza has a huge history of immigration from Spain and Italy. Because of this, there are premade pasta shops everywhere. We decided to buy some premade Sorrentinos and Agnelotis, which are apparently only found in Argentina, basically oddly shaped ravioles, (sorry if I'm offending any Italian here), and their homemade red sauce. They were super yummy. Would highly recommend.

On Sunday, we began our Mendoza tour by stopping at the Central Market for some fruits and snacks. The place was deserted because we went at 8:30am in the morning. Our first stop to gawk was at the meat counter. Brains, tongue, intestines, pig skin, or any other organ imaginable to top off your shopping list? We've had this kind of exposure therapy before in Hong Kong, and I will say there it felt more extreme because alot of the markets were outside and it was hot and smelly with flies everywhere. This Central Market was indoors, and everything seemed very sanitary and organized.

The fruit stand we stopped at had all of the normal offerings, but, in addition, they had some goodies like the yellow plums we discovered on our first camping trip up the Valle de Maipo. The yellow plums are my new favorite fruit. Sweet and sour at the same time. Delightful. I also saw a crate full of these green beauties and had to ask the attendant what they were. Any guesses? Raw olives for making your own olive oil! No shit. I guess I've only ever seen brined olives, never fresh ones. You're telling me they don't grow with the little red bit stuffed in there? Jajaja

After the Central Market, we walked to the Parque General San Martin, which is humongous, about the same size as the entire downtown. You definitely need a game plan before exploring this park; otherwise, you can walk for miles inside it. We kept mostly to the eastern edge of the park, making our way from playground to playground, by a huge fountain, alongside the rowing lake, through a rose garden. It was lovely and the weather was perfect. 

Inside the park is a cute, little natural sciences and anthropology museum, called Museo Moyano that we explored for 45min or so. It's free, yay! 

The natural science side had a nice mix of fossils, animal skeletons, and nature dioramas. Got to learn more about some of the funky animals that live down in South America that we have had zero exposure to. Like this little guy. A tiny mole with armor on? It's actually a pink fairy armadillo that lives in the deserts and scrub lands of central Argentina. Ja!

The anthropological side had alot of info on native peoples of the Andes, artifacts, and such. One particular display I found interesting was this one on social castes in the 16th century, which labels children born from mixed race couples. There were so many different castes! And apparently they were very rigid. This is my North American ignorance talking, but not sure how anyone would be able to tell half of them apart. 

At this point we had been walking around for 7 hours, and the boys were ready for a break, plus we were all starving. Drew found a good steak place back in town that was known for good beef at reasonable prices. When in Rome, right? We got two huge cuts of meat, a ribeye and a flatiron, as well as a really nice Malbec by Saint Felicien 2023. Drew claims he did the conversion from grams to lbs wrong, and he didn't mean to order as much as we did, but I'm not sure I believe him. We finished the ribeye entirely, about 1 kg or 2.2 lbs, and about half the flatiron, another 900g. 

For our efforts, we were awarded prize heifer ribbons, aka fat kid awards. Apparently the only other person to achieve the same feat recently was a guy from Houston. No surprises there. Us Americans know how to chow.

Of course, after dinner, we weren't so full we couldn't have dessert, so we stopped by the gelato store next door. Best gelato I've had in ages. Another yummy reminder of the huge amount of Italian influence in Argentina. 

After dinner, we needed to walk it off a bit, so we went to Plaza Independencia for a final playground session and a quick sprint through the Museum of Modern Art. The boys became local celebrities at the playground; this pack of girls from ages 9-13 thought they were the cutest things ever. 

Mendoza Trip: The Drive

 Last Saturday to Tuesday, which was April 5-8, we took our visa activation trip to Mendoza. The timing was perfect, as we needed to leave Chile; our 90 days on our tourist visa expired on April 8th. And since we received our Temporary Residence Stamps last week, we needed to activate those within 90 days. So, we decided to take a trip to Mendoza, which is the easiest "big" city in Argentina to get to from Chile. 

We decided to take the bus, which is an 8 hour ride, for a couple of reasons. 1. We were too late in planning to buy an affordable plane ticket. 2. It would have been close to the same travel time anyways as flying. 3. The route takes you over the Andes mountains, and you even get to see Mt. Aconcagua, which is the highest mountain in South America. 4. The boys love a good double decker bus. So away we went. The drive really was impressive. On the Chilean side, you go up a nice valley that feels reasonable and picturesque. There is a train track that goes the majority of the way up the valley as well, and you can see in the photo below how it weaves through tunnels alongside the river we were following.

Quite quickly, the road goes from reasonable to suddenly unreasonable, and you start going up switchback after switchback that take you up several thousand feet in not alot of distance. There are alot of semis going up this pass, and at one point, a semi in front of our bus started struggling really bad, going so slow that our bus actually stopped completely, and this made us stall. Somehow, our driver managed to start the bus back up and start moving forward again without the bus rolling back at all. I was having a mini-panic attack at this point but was very impressed with his driving skills to keep us going. Below is the screenshot of the google map showing all the turns, and below that is what it looked like in real life.

At the top of the switch backs is the Portillo Ski Resort, which is the yellow building in the photo below. It's supposed to be quite lovely, as it's right on a lake. Driving up those switchbacks in the winter time though would be a mission.

This photo below is near the top of the pass, right before we go into a 2-mile tunnel through the highest point of the pass that is technically the split between Chile and Argentina. They don't do any of the immigration in the tunnel though, for obvious reasons, so we drove through the tunnel and down another 10 minutes before we stopped at a building to go through Argentinian immigration. The Chilean immigration building for the opposite direction was before the tunnel, and when we drove past it on Saturday, there was a line of cars about 2 miles long waiting to go through. They were at a stand still; people were getting out the their cars and walking around. We were expecting to wait in a similar line when we came back through on Tuesday, but for whatever reason, we got super lucky, and there was no line at all! We breezed right into the main immigration building on the way back. I guess that's the difference between a Saturday and a Tuesday? Dunno. 

On the Argentinian side, after you go through the tunnel but before immigration, you can see Mt. Aconcagua, which is the snowy peak in the pic below. The pic doesn't do it justice at all; it looked very impressive. 

Once you're through immigration, you basically drive out a long valley that follows a different river on the other side of the divide. It was hard to imagine, but this side of the Andes was even drier than the Chilean side. We followed this slopping mesa down to the town of Uspallata, which looked very quaint, a little valley nestled amongst the mountains. Then you go through one more river gorge, and finally come out on the plains of Mendoza. It felt very much like driving down to Denver. Once you get there, the land is relatively flat, dry, and the mountains are in the west. The world makes sense again! Next blog on the city itself!

Our Visas Arrived!!!

 We got tremendous news on Monday, Drew finally received his Pensioner's Visa, a breezy 10 months after applying. HOORAY!!! We get to officially stay!!!! This is a bit of an epic drama, and I want to document it for my own sanity, but it probably won't be the most exciting post to date. You've been warned.

Being the more detail oriented one in our relationship, I took on the task of applying for our visas. We decided to apply for a Pensioner's Visa, which means we needed to prove we had enough passive income from the various sources in the US that we could support ourselves in Chile without assistance or a job. This makes sense, right; they want to make sure we won't be a drain to their social network, living there for years, which is designed for local citizens or people with jobs who are contributing to the system. A pensioner's visa would last two years, with an option to extend an extra year if needed, so it fit our timeline perfectly. And the income threshold we needed to prove for a family of 4 was only $36,000 per year. A work visa wouldn't apply for us, as we were not working for any Chilean companies and had no work contract to speak of. The tourist visa, on the other hand, allows you to stay in the country for only 3 months, after which you need to leave the country. You can come back in immediately and restart the 3-month clock, which is actually quite kind. Many countries don't let you do that, or they put bounds on it: you can only be here 90 days out of 180 days, that sort of thing. So entering on a tourist visa and doing the back and forth thing was our backup plan if our visas didn't come through. Turns out that's exactly what we had to do when we arrived in January because the process took so stinking long. 

To apply for a Pensioner's Visa, we needed to get many documents together, which took me about 3 months of work, literally. I am so glad I wasn't trying to juggle this and working a full-time job at the same time; that would have been almost impossible. Most of the documents were no brainers: marriage license, birth certificates, passports etc. However, in 1961, a whole bunch of countries got together and said, "How am I, Chile, supposed to know if any of these documents that come from you, U.S., are accurate and valid? It's impossible for me to be an expert in every state's licensing procedure, and there is no way for me to verify any of this. So we need a system to handle this." The convention was called the Hague Convention Treaty of 1961, and the system they came up with is to have documents apostilled, aka stamped with a special stamp that proves that the document was verified by the issuing government body and that it can be trusted by this foreign country. The system makes sense. But, what it meant for me personally was that every document I had needed to be apostilled by the issuing state's Secretary of State. So for instance, Drew and I were married in Michigan, so we needed to have our marriage license apostilled by the Michigan Secretary of State. Luckily, they have a system where you can order the document online, and it gets mailed to you without needing to go there in person. The boys, however, were born in Colorado, so their birth certificates needed to be apostilled by the Colorado Secretary of State, which required an in-person appointment, but since we lived in Denver, that was no big deal. Below is what the Apostille looks like. That gold stamp is actually a sticker that wraps around onto the actual document you are verifying. 

And finally, Drew and I needed to get FBI background checks, which required us to get fingerprinted at the post office. Once we got the background checks back, we had to mail them to the Federal Secretary of State to get apostilled, and we had to hope and pray that they did this and sent it back in a timely manner, because we needed to submit our application with all the documents within 45 days of our background checks being issued. Again, makes sense as they don't want a newly minted felon to be allowed into their country, but that meant the timeline to get everything apostilled and submitted was very tight. Finally, we had a whole bunch of unofficial documents, our leases, our budget (they wanted an estimate of what we planned to spend every month, so they could make sure our passive income covered it), the boys' academic transcripts, etc., that we needed to get notarized first before taking them to the Colorado Secretary of State to get apostilled. Myself and the boys needed to get our passports renewed, as they would all expire within a year of us being in Chile. It really was an incredible amount of work. I began gathering all the documents in March, and I officially applied in June. I naively assumed that 6 months would be plenty of time for them to process our paperwork, online it says 3-4 months is normal, but I was very wrong on that. 

After we submitted our application, we wait until we get one of two things. Either they say "No, something is wrong, please fix this and resubmit," or you receive a summons to one of the Chilean consulates scattered around the U.S., where they are supposed to check over your paperwork in person and verify the paperwork is real and that the human is real. Drew received his consular summons in early August, so I was thinking everything was on track. We had been working with the Houston consulate during this whole process for a couple reasons. One, that was the only consulate that when I called I could get someone on the phone. Two, it was the closest one to Denver, so I figured it would be the cheapest/easiest one to travel to when the time came. We showed them Drew's summons, and the consulate general there said, "No need to come in person, FedEx us the documents, and I'll check them over, and FedEx them back to you." We did all that in August, receiving the thumbs up right before we left for Burning Man. At this point, Drew's online status was updated to "Final Resolution In Process," but myself and the boys remained at "Consular Analysis." That threw up a red flag in my brain, but for a month I let it lie, thinking that since the boys and I were dependents of Drew, his status was the only one that mattered. And his summons was the only one we had received, the boys and I didn't receive anything, so.... shoulder shrug? I began to get antsy, this was end of September, so I began calling the Houston consulate on an almost daily basis, asking if something was wrong. "No, nothing is wrong." I also submitted help tickets to the official online platform, but only received the same automated responses, "You can check your application status online." Thank you, so helpful. During this time, we were meeting with Juan Manual and his wife Vanessa weekly to practice our Spanish. I'll have another blog post of Juan Manual and that entire coincidence, but the short story is Juan Manual was a Chilean, an immigration lawyer no less, living in our neighborhood that we had met when the wife, Vanessa, rear-ended Brian (Drew's Dad) who was driving our car while we were in Burning Man. We were sharing our visa troubles with him, and he assured us that he knew this guy and that guy in this department and that department, and that our visas would get approved by the end of October. We couldn't believe our good luck! Our problems were solved! Well, Drew had the faith, as is his nature. I had the doubt, which is mine. Needless to say, October came and went, and there was no change in anyone's statuses. This entire "over promise, under deliver" phenomenon is inherent in Chilean culture, we've now discovered, as they are essentially anti-confrontational and don't share bad news. But, again, more on that in another post. 

At this point, I'm getting desperate. I begin calling and then emailing every Chilean consulate in the US (there are half a dozen), asking for help. Praise the Gods that one kind Gen Zer at the Chilean consulate in Chicago emailed me back, saying I could call her direct line and explain what was going on. I do, and she immediately says that it was unusual that only Drew received a Consular Summons, that myself and the boys should have each received one as well. WTF! Why didn't myself and the boys receive ours? All spam folders were scoured, and nothing. It seems this is a glitch in the Chilean online platform, the dependents' emails aren't sent out appropriately. But why didn't the Houston consulate say anything? They processed Drew's paperwork, for God's sake, why didn't they ask where my and the boys' summons was? Why didn't the immigration office tell me that this is what was holding things up when I was submitting help ticket after help ticket? The signs were there, (our application status online), and I should have pushed harder  and sooner from the registered red flag in my brain, but I didn't, I trusted the system. Fail. At this point, the kind Gen Zer said we could FedEx all of the needed documents to her in Chicago, including our passports, and she would perform a second, expedited consular analysis the same day. This was two weeks before we were supposed to leave for Chile, so I was freaking out that our passports wouldn't come back in time before we needed to leave. Plus, Drew was, at this exact moment, actually in Mexico on his last guys surf/vball trip for a while, so I had to wait 3 days until he got home from his trip before sending in everything. This was right before Christmas too, so I was sure something was going to go wrong: the package would get lost in the holiday shuffle, my Gen Zer would take PTO the entire week around Christmas and not deliver on her same day turn around, who knows. But, she was the all star in this saga, as most Gen Zers are, and I got the call on Dec. 26th that she had performed our consular analysis, and everything looked good, and she was getting our documents in the mail that afternoon. We received them on Dec. 28th, and we flew on Jan. 8th. 

At this point, all of our statuses were in "Final Resolution in Process" phase, but nothing changed before we flew on the 8th. So, we were officially moving onto Plan B. We'd enter on a tourist visa, and do the 3 month back and forth boogie while continuing to try to move our Pensioner visas forward. There was a chance that by entering the country as a tourist, our application for a temporary resident would be jeopardized. When I asked my Gen Zer about this, her automated response was "it is highly recommended not to enter the country while your application is still in process," but that was all she could say. So, we took the risk, knowing that even if our Pensioner's visa never materialized, we could survive on a tourist visa. One morning about a week after we arrived, I was checking our application status, and I noticed that myself and the boys had been flagged as having some kind of error. More help ticket submissions, more calls to my Gen Zer, "I know nothing about the process beyond the consular analysis, sorry." At this point, I research that there are two immigration offices in Santiago, one you can make in-person appointments for and one you can't; it's admin only and not public facing. However, every time I check over multiple days, the in-person appointment slots were completely booked. We try contacting Juan Manual again, and he says there is a friend who works at the admin only office that would meet us and help us. So, one morning we travel to this office, and find a long line of refugees waiting to be seen. Apparently there are so many refugees from Venezuela and other countries that this second office has been commandeered as a refugee help center. We wait in this line for 15 min, while we speak to a kind non-profit type person who is there to help the refugees with their paperwork. She tells us her boss can help us, for a small fee, of course, and when it becomes clear that the person we were supposed to meet wasn't going to materialize, we very warily follow this lady to her non-profit's office two blocks away and meet with her boss. He says he can't help us, but he does share that the in-person appointments become available on Friday mornings at 8am for the following week, and that's when you have to sign up immediately or they are gone. We paid him $10 for this cheat code, but it seemed like a small victory at the time. Friday morning, I go online and was able to book an appointment for the following week. We go, the lady there says everything is fine, this error message is actually another glitch in their system, and we just need to wait. Great. Two days after this, my and the boys' error messages so away, not sure if that was because of our in-person visit or not.

But since then, we were waiting for an additional 6 weeks when on Monday, Drew received his Electronic Stamp, and myself and the boys received ours on Wednesday. Whew, what a process. We still have one last thing to do; we need to leave the country and then reenter showing our Electronic Stamps which officially starts the clock on our two years allowed in the country, and presumably they stamp our visa into our passports. The timing is actually good, our 90 days on our tourist visa runs out on April 8th, so we needed to leave just before then anyways. So we will be taking a camping trip April 5th and 6th to Argentina, just across the Chile/Argentina border that goes through the mountains and then on to Mendoza. 

All in all, the process took 10 months, with 3 months of prep before that. Now, there was arguably 3 months in there that likely could have been shaved off if we had received our consular summons all at the same time. But we still would have blown the 6 month window I had given us originally. I am proud of ourselves for making it through this on our own; almost everyone we talked to recommended using a relocation company and/or an immigration lawyer. Would it have been a smoother, easier process with hired help? I am sure. But hell, if anyone should be able to figure this out, it's me, right? I'm intelligent, detail oriented, and diligent; I can do this! Well, I emerged on the other side battered, bruised, frazzled, and 4 months late, but I did it! Time to celebrate.