Well, I decided to piggyback to Canada for the weekend. Never been anywhere “Abroad” except USA-Albania, which are my homes, so they do not count. Since Canada is cheapest and Toronto is closest, we jumped on a rented Toyota and off we went.
Let me tell you, all road trips need 1. driver 2. entertainer 3. financier. Since I can not drive and I am broke, my job was to entertain. So I sang, passed fruit, made faces and opened the window at the delicate moments. It is natural to feel need for fresh air, especially after ten hours in a car with work shoes.
We got to the Canadian border pretty good, except for a NY state trooper who decided our emigrant speed was a too presumptious for the highway. (actually he was just doing his job, but nobody likes a ticketgiver.) Anyway, discovering pretty girls in Dickson City PA made up for the day. If you are ever in those parts, stop at the gas station and just watch the beauties go by.
Canadians are so nice. One desk manager pointed us to the cheapest hotel. Grateful, we got to the hotel pretty late, and checked in. We opened the door, turned on the light and were halfway accross the room, when we heard “What is going on, guys?”. We ran out of there screaming, the desk guy after us apologizing and blaming his computer for the fake vacancy. Finally, we got given a different room, empty and fixed (we made sure of that), and then went to sleep.
The Toronto day was good. We got free stuff, walked downtown, had weird hair pieces and bad coffee, ate sushi and bumped shoulders with the hockey fans. I even got hit on which does not usually happen very often. Bless his little Canadian heart, he made my day. Then back at the hotel, counting up the stash and feeling pretty good about ourselves.
The next day we were on the road by 11.00, discovered we’d left stuff at the hotel, turned around, picked it up then drove back towards the border, where Mr. Beaver the Border Man was waiting to mess with our sorry butts. Three people, three different color passports, different accents and no real reason for spending the weekend in Toronto, earned us a thorough check and an urgent trip to the bathroom. On the plus side, I really caught up with that Brian Adams CD, I have only heard about a million times in college.
So we came home, tired by satisfied, bags full of free Canadian stuff and belly full of Cracker Barrel food. Here, I discovered worried friends, so decided to write this whole thing right here, as a penance. And of course, to remember that I can be a tourist, even in Canada.