At last, license in hand. . .

Again, waiting at window No. 5, Lucy was the first to get her license. . . Luckily she noticed that the fellow at window No. 5 spelled her name incorrectly, so she was able to get it fixed then and there (if she would not have caught it, it would have been a massive process to get it changed later on).

About 30 minutes later, I was finally called, again, to window No. 5 and after the picture, my license was spit out of the printer about 5 minutes later, with everything spelled correctly.

Now, we are licensed to drive in Costa Rica with no issues.

The licenses are good for three years. If, by chance we let the license expire, then we're up the creek as we will have to take the written test (in Spanish) and the driving test. Can only imagine what the lines for that will be like (ugh).