Good news! After having my driver’s license confiscated in February in the Yucatan for driving a heart-stopping 37 mph in a 24 mph zone, things worked out as planned: I went to the Texas DPS in March, ordered my new driver’s license, and it arrived in my parents’ mailbox a mere ONE week later.
Meaning, I still have absolutely no guilt about snorkeling instead of visiting Puerto Morelos’ police headquarters on a perfectly snorkel-rific Saturday afternoon.
Now that’s some good ole’ American efficiency right there, folks.
I have to admit part of me thought you were gonna have to kiss that thing goodbye. Score.
New format?
Yep, new format. I am not crazy about it, but whatevs.
And, if you ever have your license stolen/lost, it’s easy to get a new one, especially if you’re from Texas.
Excelente!
The Man has been stuck-to! Congrats.