Pedro El Awesomeo needs Bombs's blog: "Encephalon"

I entered Canada for the first time.  I was a little nervous, there was a lot of build up, a lot of waiting for this moment.  I fully admit I made some mistakes; I went in a little fast at first, but with direction, I slowed down and did it again.  I felt the warm sun on my face, and while I was confused a little by the signals, I reached my destination in just the right amount of time.

I had to make a quick dash over the border yesterday.  I broke no laws that you can prove or that I will admit to.  I was thinking what I would say to the customs people if they asked:  "Yeah, I am just coming over for lunch"  "Yeah, with a girl..."  "What's her name? Uh, Jessica"  "Her last name? Well it's an internet thing, I don't know it"  But they just asked did I hit the duty free, which I said honestly "No" and went on about my business.  

I really didnt feel like I was in a different country, well except the road was the QE, and they said something about KM/H which kind of sucked, cause I am really a MPH kind of guy, unless I am in germany and then its infinite KM/H which by the way rocks.

My time in Canada was brief, but thoroughly enjoyable for the both of us.  She beckoned me to come back again some time when I could stay longer and explore more of her mysteries and traditions, as I left I smiled and said I would.