The Love Boat

I awoke Sunday prepared for a successful journey to reunite with my love, Dee. I spent the previous two weeks sorting out my feelings, fear, anxiety, glee and by Sunday morning I had gained the clarity I needed, I was so very happy she was on her way.

As I reminded myself the week before, and others reminded me as well, travelling to a new place on a journey that involves planes, buses, boats and automobiles, not to mention immigration and customs is not easy. The first time can be daunting, no matter how clear the directions.

The only travel hiccup involved the alleged smuggling of dog food into the country without a permit, USDA letter of safety and notarized blessing from the Pope. Part of that sentence is true. The border guards were unable to complete an inspection of the alleged contraband since the zipper of the suitcase refused to work. They waved her in anyway. Happy ending, no one in jail and food in paw. A chance for the Canadians to extend the hand of welcome, not missed.

They had a second chance a bit further in the trip --and grabbed that brass ring with a smile-- when I dropped/lost/misplaced, verb of your choice, our ferry tickets as we raced to board the 3 pm crossing and avoid the dreaded 2 hour wait for the next one. It was like they wanted to make a good impression on Dee. They asked if I had really bought the alleged lost tickets, I said "Yes," and he waved us on. Welcome weary traveller, we have been expecting you, here is a nice cup of tea and homemade biscuit to tide you over til dinner.

Dee asked that I remind viewers that gum chewing is a dirty, dirty habit. Just ask Violet Beuregard.




PS. Sometimes having someone witness your experience is all you need. Here's to the witnesses.