Funny Story...

So, it seems like I am destined to have very odd things happen to me in Croaia. I guess I shouldn't limit that to me, but really my team. It starts with our team car, the 1984 Audi 80. This car is the sweetest beater our team could own, and it's character fits our team in such a wonderfully odd way. We fondly call it Leon, but it was nicknamed the Tiger Tank yesterday after an adventure in driving in Zagreb. John says he worries when it doesn't rattle...it needs oil almost every time you drive it...the stereo and dash lights do not work...the rear passenger door on the right side requires tender, loving care when opening...and our bumper will sometimes fall off. This car though is a blessing to Taylor, as exhaust from a bus would make her extremely sick. Oh and let me add to my list...if the air is on, its hot...the defroster really doesn't cut it...the windshield wipers have two settings, on and off...and there is massive damage to the right side. Anyone laughing yet, because I can't help but laugh. It still runs, and it gets us to where we need to be, but on the trip to Zagreb the bumper fell partially off. I just wish you could ride in this thing. I can't really tell you all of the things that happened because it runs together, but praise God that we have a car to get us around!
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So my next story is about visas. Croatia requires that to gain a visa I need a passport, my birth certificate, a background check, and an apostille seal on the last two documents. Before I left I thought I had taken care of getting the documents, and sent them to the correct authorities in Idaho. After I arrived here, my parents received another letter informing me that I needed to send my birth certificate elsewhere, and that my background check was not official so I needed a new one using fingerprints. Thanks Idaho, I'll just fly on over...so while in Zagreb we called the embassy and they gave me the name of a man at the police station who would fingerprint me. I went in yesterday with a national staff women, Anita, who acted as my translator and company for the wait. I waited for one hour, and then began the process. We went through paperwork, and after the fingerprinting, I had ink all over my lower arms. It was the most thorough job I have ever seen done with fingerprints, and I still have ink on me. Then he began using the electrical typewriter to fill out paperwork. Two challenges presented themselves, the policeman did not read english and the typewriter stopped working. So they pulled out the old school typewriter and got the job done. So now I will send this off and hope that this is official enough since they even filled out a background paper on me. Its all a joke, well not really, just I think its funny because its all hoops to jump through.