Our Last Week in Thailand
When we were in the Spanish Embassy in Bangkok a couple of days ago, a man that I think was in charge of the visa section, said to us: “I am prepared to grant you a ninety-day visa.”
I asked when, he asked when we wanted to leave – the 23rd of January – and he replied, “I can’t see a problem with that”.
We were elated, naturally, after all the hoops we have had to jump through. So, with any luck, we will be flying out in eight days’ time, and we will arrive in Malaga on the 24th to start a new life… like we tried to do there in May, last year. There is a difference though.
Last year, my wife was full of excitement, but when her visa ran out, and she still didn’t have time to apply for residency, she became despondent, and had a nervous breakdown. She is frightened that that is going to happen again this year. She has begged me to stay here.
However, that is not possible, and she knows it. Sometimes, I think I can see in her eyes that she doesn’t want to go through all the stress and indignation of not getting residency again, and I don’t blame her. However, if we don’t try again now, my funds will be exhausted, and we will have to live 5,000 miles apart, and neither of us wants that either.
So, I am confident that she will get a visa, but beyond that the future is still far from certain.
In the meantime, we will stay in the village until Neem is called to Bangkok to collect her visa, and then we will stay with her sister, who lives a mile or two from Suvarnabhumi International Airport.
We both know that the time will fly now, and I share Neem’s anxiety about saying ‘Goodbye’ to everyone, and not forgetting anything essential, because I hope we won’t be coming back again this year.
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