En Route to Canada, on Amtrak. Train travel is *it* We are waiting at the border for customs right n

En Route to Canada, on Amtrak. Train travel is *it*

We are waiting at the border for customs right now and Mike is reading his book and I’m distracted by scenery, and the terrifying impending interrogation. I have nothing to hide but I feel inherently guilty whenever authority figures ask me questions.

On a tastier note…

I watched this Anthony Bourdain episode about Montreal and Quebec City and all I can think about is eating a disgusting amount of Poutine and molasses, and seeing if my last name will get me a free bagel at Schwartz’s.

Hopefully more updates to come soon.

P.S. Interrogation just happened and was underwhelmingly pleasant - except apparently my pronunciation of one of the towns we are going to was very wrong. Mike was asked nothing. So now, off we go.