So, we went international yesterday. First time as a family. First time using the new passport cards. The experience was nothing like what we had heard at the border. In fact, things went quickly. It seemed to take a tiny bit longer coming back into the US than it did going into Canada; other than that, it was flawless and painless.
We ventured to Cranbrook after passing through Creston. The feel for both places was that we weren't in Kansas anymore, Toto. There was a Euro-flavor to both. Nice layers of housing, winding roads, quaint towns. We weren't sure of the exchange rate but discovered that we spent less usually by pennies (once or twice by dollars).
The best thing about the trip to me was the togetherness. We saw beautiful waters and an amazing Rocky Mountain skyline. Sorry, folks back home, but Rockies smoke the Smokey Mountains. Pun intended. Peaks are much higher, more rigid. Snow still sits atop many of them as well, which only adds to the beauty.
We bought a few touristy things. Jake and Jack love their Canadian hats. Jack exclaimed, "Canadians!" often throughout the day. Dez and my strategy was to pretend we're local. Dez admitted that it would work until she opened her mouth. :)
Agreed.
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