The romance of immigration law.

So ladies and gentleman...in light of the many horror stories we have heard from couples who have sought wedded bliss across international borders (and the many not-so-flattering comments directed towards those wonderful people working in the immigration department), we took our first step/lunge/terrifying leap in this magical and romantic process and visited an immigration lawyer. It was even more incredible than we both could have imagined; a smug lawyer sitting across from us talking about his 'credentials' and the need for us to consummate our relationship in the same breath...the strange glance he directed towards me as he mentioned the many complications a criminal past can cause...and the ever-present desire to tell a distasteful lawyer joke. Strangely enough, once you are willing to hand over a good portion of cash to this slick gentleman...the whole process does not seem as overwhelming or as complicated as we once envisioned. So no dates yet...but my mind is ticking over...and Jen is looking increasingly nervous every time I bend down to tie my shoe.

Pictured: How to make yourself ill in Mexico City...cut-price cakes. Jen thinks I even somehow look fatter in the second photo.