Oooo...k... Here's a little update.
After spending almost two years, working like a pig in my country, I finally got enough money to get out. Following several people's advice, I decided to move to Southern Spain, because I had been told that, first, Latin Americans didn't need a Visa to get to the European Union as tourists, and second, once in Spain, upon finding a job I would automatically get a work permit, and the residence after a year.
So, last April 21st, after having to buy the flight ticket twice (I'm suing the travel site for it), I finally landed at Barajas airport, in Madrid.
Over these last two weeks, I've been doing several things that needed to be done, getting acquainted with the place, and getting in contact with an NGO that helps immigrants in Spain.
In the meantime, I of course started to look for an mx-3 to buy (to my surprise, there are plenty of them here -at least comparing to the US- and the prices are not bad), and started lurking in here a bit, getting ready for the big day.
Even though I had gotten bad news, there were contradictory versions going 'round, so I was waiting for today, when I had an appointment to see an attorney (that works for the NGO) to get some answers.
So, finally, today I got my answers: to put it short, I'd been lied to. There is no way whatsoever for me to become a Spain legal resident, not even considering my grandparents were Spaniards.
So... back to square one, and almost 3000 Euro short. Not a good thing. And, of course, the mx-3 dream is as dead as it's been these last two years.
), I´m finally free, and able to, among other things, come back here.
I am glad to see that time hasn't dulled your wit at all! 
