. . . when the customs agent at Dorval looks at all the stamps on my passport and says “you sure are a busy guy.” But hey, what’s a little extra search on your way home?
Maastricht was wonderful. Mr. Bean’s Holiday on the flight home was so terrible that I almost broke my “always get the movie on the long flight” rule. I spent a good 5 minutes trying to figure out whether I’d be looking at my watch less if I were to start reading again or if I just persevered with the film.