Thanks to my grandfather Toribio, who migrated from Zamora, Spain to Puerto Rico in the early 1900’s and married my grandmother Pilar whose 7th son Fernando, along with my mother Minerva, brought me to the world, I am able to become a Spanish national. After a process that took 2 years and 11 months and the Spanish consulates in Miami, San Juan and Zürich, on Tuesday November 20, I finally got my Spanish passport.
Petra and I went to a Spanish restaurant in Zürich to celebrate it. I told the waiter, a young man from Alicante, why we came to eat there. He congratulated me in a polite and fairly unexcited manner. He probably thought, what is there to celebrate when Spain is in the pits now, with no jobs to offer. Perspective and relativity keeps me going!
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