American Soil...sort of

We walked on a little piece of America...we went to the American Embassy yesterday to get Isaac's passport application turned in.

Here's Anthony and Isaac outside the embassy walls. We had to turn our phones and camera in when we went through security, so there are none from the inside. But it's nicely manicured and the buildings are very neat, air-conditioned, and in true American bureaucratic style, "efficient" (mostly).We got all the paperwork turned in, but when we handed over Isaac's picture, they told us it was no good. He didn't have a shirt on. The thing is, we had already faxed in a photo and they told us his head needed to be smaller in it. So we took new ones. Both he was in a diaper only. So when they said "he needs a shirt" we asked rhetorically, "Why didn't anyone tell us when we faxed in the first one?" When Anthony paid, the lady brought our first photo fax over and there was a big dark streak right over his chest that made him look like he had a shirt on! HA! We wanted to say "Can't our tax dollars not buy a better fax machine?" The TV was also muted and the waiting area was stone-silent. I wanted to turn on the sound and declare to the room, "If I'm paying for this TV and the satellite images we're all watching I want sound too!" Anyway:) We went to a nearby mall and got yet ANOTHER photo taken (I guess it's what we get for not putting clothes on our kid). This time Isaac kept his eyes shut and started crying... so we learned if you REALLY want to get stared at in a foreign country, be white, have a baby (we thought pregnant and white was bad), and then walk around with said baby screaming at the top of his lungs...you're sure to get a crowd!