The Consulate

We had a busy week. Lots of visitors and no shortage of things to do. This was the last week of Naomi's pregnancy leave; the last chance to jump through some bureaucratic hoops in Amsterdam. Going into the Consulate is like entering a maximum security prism located next to the most popular tourist destinations in the country.

The Consulate building fits in perfectly with its beautiful surroundings (as opposed to the bunker in The Hague that we call our embassy) save the twelve foot tall fence and the glassed in security station. This is the place where assume that any electronics you bring in are some type of terrorist device and everything else is scanned and probed.

Once we got past the bullet-proof door, the people behind the windows who talked through a microphone were quite friendly and helpful. I made some mistakes with the passport applications for the girls, but they arranged to have me fix the problems through the mail so we don't need to return.

Play time in the box. Abigail is fits into one of my old outfits...