I recently renewed my passport. Although instructions say it would take 4-6 weeks to receive the new passport, it only took 2.5 weeks. Since I was armed with a new passport, I thought I should try it out.
A friend (referred to as L) wanted to head up to Canada to purchase an antibiotic cream that is expensive in the USA, but reasonably priced in Canada. So a day trip was planned.
I dropped the dog off at doggy day care in the morning. L and I left my house soon after to head north. It was a beautiful day for a drive in the country.
When we reached the Canadian border, the Canadian border guard was a little curt with his questions. For example, he asked if we were bringing $10,000 cash into Canada. Both L and I responded with “I wish.”
The guard glared at us and asked “Is that a yes or no?” Sheesh, no sense of humor. He then gave us back our passports and let us pass. L thought he was supposed to stamp our passports, but my thought was to just leave.
We arrived at our destination and wanted lunch. A local directed us to a restaurant two blocks away – up a steep hill. Nothing says out-of-shape like hoofing it up a steep hill.
We had a wonderful lunch, but noticed some differences. Iced tea was already sweetened. The amount of barbecue sauce on a burger was minimal. No straws came with a soft drink. And we were not asked if we wanted dessert. None of these were big deals, just differences.
Here is a picture of the descent down the steep hill. So much easier going down than up!
We then stopped at a store to grab a snack for the drive home. I grabbed a couple of chocolate bars. When I went to pay for them and opened my wallet, I was abruptly informed “we don’t take American.” Very hostile.
We went to a drug store to purchase the antibiotic cream, no problem. A friend wanted me to get some Tylenol with codeine for her migraines. When I asked about it, I was told that they don’t sell it to Americans to take across the border. Ok, no problem.
We left and headed home. The American border guard was in good humor and chatted with us while searching the car. He asked if we had purchased any Tylenol with codeine. Hmmm, is that a piece of the American opioid problem?
Anyway, after seven hours, a 225 mile round trip, we were back home. I ran out to pick up the dog at doggy day care. Ziva was so tired from playing all day, she has not moved for hours.
One of the cats had to express their opinion on being left alone all day by pooping on the rug in the foyer. I was only gone for 20 minutes and someone had to leave a calling card. Damn cats!!
Although Canada so close, it is a different country. I’ve never felt any animosity before from little day trips to Canada or from Canadians. Makes me wonder if this not-so subtle hostility we experienced is in anyway a result of “Make America Great Again,” I don’t want to have anything to do with it. 😩
However, the bottom line is that my passport works!