Back safely in the U.S. of A, we sailed through customs with nary a finger probe. We even managed (unintentionally) to smuggle Mothra here across the border. Our little stowaway, demonstrating the remarkable determination common among those trying to escape Canadian tyranny, braved sustained 65 mph winds for the duration of the trip, even at the cost of clearly tattered wings. But here, at least, she has the chance for a free and prosperous life.
Oh, if at some point in the near future, New York is destroyed by a plague of giant months, don’t blame us. Call Godzilla.
Everywhere Once 
Welcome back to civilization… Je ne parle pas francais tres bien… J’aime Canada!!!! Je pense…………….
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Heureusement, ils parlent bien l’anglais.
It was nice being in a country where English wasn’t the primary language again; even if it was spoken widely. It somehow feels more like travel when things are different. I like it.
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Nary a finger probe?????? How disconcerting is that horrific development?? A positively shameful disappointment…
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