When you get to the border
Could it be that travel videos have given me false impressions about crossing international borders? The more content I consume, the more confused I become.
To be fair, I have crossed the border. At different times. In different places. Overall, things went well. I mean, having my grapes confiscated (I may never let that one go), or having to remove my sunglasses so that the man coould see me eyes (why?) are just incidents. The same thing for that time on the train, when my travel companions made me pinky-swear to remain silent and serene, when the man in the Smoky the Bear came by my table in the bar. On the train. Keep up.
Coming back into the country usually goes well; I pay some duty money, and I swear allegiance to the lady on the money (not really). When they ask if I enjoyed my travels, I try to maintain a silent and serene demeanor. Is that a trend, or just me?
Anyhow, we are watching more travel videos, as the summer winds down. We can get into our RV and head off, right after that next medical exam. Will we? Stay tuned. I don’t have any destination goals, but I need some new memories that don’t involve table grapes.
Right now, it is raining. The dog really wants to see for himself, and my brandishing a squirt bottle doesn’t deter him. Only a closed door will do, because he hasn’t figured out how to trip the latch.
