We set off from Newport on Friday and after a quick night in Vermont we were headed for the border. After long stretches of not seeing my parents I notice more and more how much I am like them. Don't get me wrong this is a good thing, they are awesome but as I have said many times, patience is a virtue that I have never possessed and I learned on this trip it also appears to not be a strong virtue of my dads. Upon arriving at the border, the Canadian border guards asked us to step out of our vehicle so they could do some 'background checking' on our passports. 30 minutes passed with no word. We began to worry. Then my dad, growing a little antsy, went up to the border guard and with good nature asked if perhaps Canada was closed that day. The humor did not translate. We spent another 30 minutes waiting but this time were convinced that my dad had black listed us from the country. Luckily they decided to let us in and were happily on our way.
I think there were 2 photo ops going on here.
silly dad getting stuck in the snow
So cold. The river was full of ice.
cute family
Walking around the Citadel, I'm not sure we should have been up there.
An entrance to the walled city
cute mom
families ice skating outside the walls of old Quebec.
We had an awesome time and it was even more fun with my parents there. They are so cool.