Friday we had a nice time having dinner and going out for drinks with Nick and his friends. It was interesting because not a single guy in the group was from Toronto originally. We enjoyed the conversation on a myriad of topics and Nick was his usual adorable gracious self, while poor Mason was in bed sick.
Saturday morning we went with Dennis and Patrice to Kensington Market for Chilean Empanadas (yum). In the afternoon we stopped by to meet their friends Otto and Wally, another binational couple and very warm and welcoming.
We were very anxious about the border crossing and decided to leave yesterday evening after dinner with D & P at The Keg Mansion (Phenomenal Steaks!). One of the things we really love about Toronto is the choices in food. We hugged these two men who have done so much for us that words cannot express our gratitude.
We decided to bring the blog down before re-entry. We just felt secure in locking out any information about us on the net. As we approached the border crossing guard we realized we were dealing with a blonde bitch with braces who had the sadistic warmth of Stan's sister Shelley.
She started out with an eye roll to our "hello, how are you" and simply stated in a authoratative monotone"citizenship", as if she's just being a glorified toll booth collector until Hollywood calls. We told her "US and Venezuela" and we handed lil Satan our passports. She looked at Emilio's and yelled with spittle flying from her grill, "You need to ask permission before leaving the US!" Then gets on her radio as if we had Osama Bin Ladin in our luggage all huffing and puffing and finally she roars, "Park over there and go inside!".
Luckily inside Emilio had the one nice border patrol agent in the US. Emilio was finger printed and photographed and the guy told "Shelley" she was wrong that an asylee can leave the US and come back without permission. She never apologized or even looked us in the eye after her weird tirade. I so badly wanted to say something to her.
Did anyone else notice the lighting in the US border agency makes the people there look like Zombies from"Night of the Living Dead"?
We drove home, hugged our kitty and back to life in NJ until the house sells. We pick up our Katie from the kennel later today, I can't wait I am having dog withdrawal.