Watch out Autobahn, here I come
[Headbang8, I recommend skipping this post...]
Woo hoo, let’s hear it for efficient bureaucracy! (And you thought that was an oxymoron.) Although not quite as speedy as in Switzerland, we have managed to procure ourselves some German driver’s licenses, and it was relatively pain-free.
Whereas in Switzerland all US licenses are equally and deliciously exchangeable for Swiss ones, in Germany some US licenses are more equal than others. Depending on which state issued your license, you may be subjected to a written exam, a practical exam, both, or neither (you can check out how your US license stacks up here).
Or you could just trade in your Swiss license and be done with it. That is, if you happen to be lucky enough to have one.
It took two trips out to the big old German DMV (or Fahrerlaubnisbehörde – how’s that for a beautiful word?), each visit involving a token amount of waiting (less than half an hour in each case). Apparently the Germans don’t trust their postal system as much as the Swiss do, because instead of mailing us the licenses when they were ready, they mailed us a piece of paper inviting us to come pick them up. And while Switzerland let us keep our US licenses, Germany held on to our Swiss ones. But still, the whole process was simple and not overly paperwork-laden, and our German licenses are the magical kind that never expire. Yippee!
