When I first received my visa paperwork in Miami, there was a half-sheet of paper attached to my visa. It stated that I had to register with
the police within 30 days of entering the country. Three weeks ago, when I first went to the police station, I was given a ticket that was personally more important that Willy Wonka’s Golden Ticket. It was my entrance to the police office station.
I was prepared. I had all of my official documentation, my rental agreement, my visa paperwork, my “certificado de empadronamiento” (obtained fairly painlessly at a different police station near the city center), my passport (and a copy of each page), my Spanish bank account information, my receipt for the €15.15 I paid to the bank, a set of passport-size photos, and my ticket.
Thirty-seven minutes later, I walked out of the office with my official letter indicating that I had officially ordered my residence card. I have to go back in 30 days to pick it up… in person, of course. Not so bad, considering some of the drama I have had to endure for my driver’s license.
At the end of the day, though, this means that I am now an official resident — for one year, at least — of Spain. The adventure is now fully underway!