...in One Easy Lesson.
As anyone who knows me will tell you, I'm really okay sounding pretentious. I do, however, prefer to plan on it and do it intentionally. Not like yesterday in the customs line.
When Lithus and I got down to the sorting section, there was a line for Canadians and a line for non-Canadians. So, we split up. Once in my non-Canadian line, I asked an official if, for future reference, my Canadian husband and I could go through the same line. Yes, we could. Either line, actually, whichever is shortest. I just can't use the kiosks on the Canadian side. Excellent. And thank you.
At which point, the lovely American couple behind me started up a conversation...
LAC: Is this your first time to Canada?
Pobble: Oh, no.
LAC: Just the first time traveling with your husband?
Pobble: Oh, no. We just usually clear customs through the FBO.
LAC: What's the FBO?
Pobble: The part of the airport set up for private aircraft.
LAC: Oooohhhhhh...
Ah well.
When I was six, my grandparents gave me a suitcase (blue with big, hot pink flowers). I kept it packed and stored in the closet, just in case there was an adventure and I needed to be ready. It took another 34 years, but I'm finally on the adventure. A published author, married to a helicopter pilot, life is fun, crazy, adventurous, challenging ~ but never dull.
Cast of Characters
Cast of Characters:
Me, the Boston Pobble: Indiana Jones wanna-be, city girl, carnie-at-heart; Lithus: helicopter pilot, partner in crime, best friend, husband;
Various: mechanics, employers, companies and locals we are lucky enough to meet along the way.
Me, the Boston Pobble: Indiana Jones wanna-be, city girl, carnie-at-heart; Lithus: helicopter pilot, partner in crime, best friend, husband;
Various: mechanics, employers, companies and locals we are lucky enough to meet along the way.
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