The Shakespeare Project - Act 5, Scene ii

After a refreshing one hour of sleep, Ma arose quite early on Friday morning. 'Twas 3:30 Indiana time, but 2:30 Iowa time. Nevertheless, I had no trouble rousting myself out of bed, partly due to the efforts of daughter Kendra.

Now, I won't say that she is obsessive, necessarily, but there were two emails in my inbox, as well as a Facebook message, AND a phone call on Thursday night, all suggesting I set two alarms.

Of course, I am the one who told her about this little technique...Kendra, who's middle name is "Snooze-button-Susie."

But I digress.

The first clock easily woke me up, partly because of the flashing light that accompanies the beep, but mainly because I was wide awake and waiting for the alarm to go off.

And not that Kendra was worried or ANYTHING, but she called me just after 4:00, while enroute to campus. At least I assumed it was her. By the time I halted the car and dug around in my purse for the phone, it had stopped ringing. But I called back the number and discovered it was indeed my OCD helpful daughter and not an accidental wrong number from David Tennant, as I'd hoped.

Suffice it to say, I was the first one at the prearranged meeting place. From there we divided up into two vans and headed for....Canada, or Ca-NAH-da, as it is sometimes pronounced.

After several hours of dozable travel, Ma spied this promising sign...

It's like the "Bridge to the 21st Century," only longer.

The "duty free" part means vans just have to pay five dollars.

Hold onto your hats....we are going over the bridge from Michigan into Canada!

Okay...you probably had to be there.

Ma made sure she was in the first bench seat, to prevent any possible car sickness.

Once you get across the bridge, it's time to "arrêt!" and show your passport.
From our experience, the Canadian border agent was MUCH nicer than the American one we encountered on our return. But more on that, later.

From there it was a very long trek across road 401 of the Trans-Canadian Highway. With the abundance of corn and soybean fields, it was not unlike being in Iowa, only on a much larger and more boring scale :-p

I gotta say, though, they know how to do up their rest stops, right proper. Every one is integrated with about 5 eating establishments. Very handy. And they give out this cool money too, with a a very pleasant-looking lady's picture on it.

You just don't get that in the United States.

(tune in next time for scene iii, with news about plays and even....FOOD!)
 

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