Today I disproved the theory that I am only suspicious to
Canadian customs when traveling through alone with my children.
Crossing the Ambassador Bridge this morning I got stopped and
had to go in and sit in a waiting room for a while before they
interviewed me. At least they didn't search my car this time.
When all six of travelled to Waterton Lakes in Alberta in
2015 I made Cara drive across the border. She thought it was
silly, but we didn't have to fill out any special forms or sit
for interviews or have our car searched. We just went right
through. I pretty girl is the least suspicious thing in the
world.
But why, might you ask, did I travel to Canada this morning
over the frozen river from the US? A race, of course! I
managed to find a trail run this weekend so I extended my trip
a little to run my first race in Canada. It'll be the fourth
country I've run a race in, and the southernmost race I've
done this year. I planned quite a bit more time in customs
than I actually needed, so I'm doing a bit of work at the
Starbucks before I head over to the racecourse.
Post race I'm sitting in a burger joint called Motor trying to
figure out what to do with my afternoon.
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