Trip to Slovakia

I had no idea Slovakian Consular-Generals would be so much fun.

Getting a Slovak visa is not nearly as easy as it sounds, so I went with an SN to the local Slovakian Consulate to see if we could get some questions answered. Instead of the usual downtown location, the guy has set up the consulate in a north western suburb. The place is easily identifiable because of the flag and brass plaque adorning his yard and house.

We were greeted at the door by a jolly-looking fellow of at least 60. After introducing ourselves, we were quickly acquainted with his Slovak accent. He invited us to sit down at a table that was perhaps ten times the value of my life.  We found out that he happens to be a professor at the university and close friend of the president.

Throughout the whole process of him answering questions and us trying to decipher what he was saying, I gained an implicit respect for the man. He was so politically incorrect, that it was funny to the point of laughing hysterically. And his stories of Slovakian mountain roads were downright priceless. Maybe the best story was when he rented out a castle for 20 of his close, personal friends to have dinner at for a measly $450.

He was certainly helpful in the end. I think it’d be a lot of fun to just hang out there and drink Slovakian beer or moonshine in his basement. Seems like he sure knew how to have a good time.