Move To Spain Like A Pro

By Max Milano The Spanish bureaucrat behind the glass slides your birth certificate back across the counter. “Necesita una traducción jurada.” You recognize traducción. You understand that something needs to be translated. But you have no idea what jurada means, why the translation you already paid for is unacceptable, or why the clerk is now pointing toward the door. Outside, the Spanish sun is shining. People are drinking coffee in the plaza. Somewhere nearby, a…