
One of my favorite souvenirs of our trip around the world is my passport, filled up with visitor visas and permission to enter so many countries. The stories are the same. Never a moment of worry or visitor visa dramas that you hear about so often. We got off the plane in each country, queued up at immigration, handed our passport to the officer, he/she smiled and stamped us in while welcoming us to his homeland, and we went on to customs. In some countries there was a fee, but not always. That’s really all there is to it. Most [Read More]










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