Home at last, thank God we are Home at Last

We arrived safe and sound at Pearson International on Sunday evening. The three of us had to stop ourselves from breaking into song and dance we were so happy.
Wow, it is delightful to finally be home.

Our jubilant airport experience had to be tempered of course. We had to get through customs! Because we had to tick the box at the bottom of the entry form that indicates we have goods to follow, stuff that is not accompanying us through customs.
Now I have been through Customs a hundred times if I have been through once. But a couple of things were different this time.

1. We had goods arriving later that had to be declared
2. We had 25 liters of wine with us.

When you exit the baggage area and hand your form to the customs agent sitting on a chair you always get waved right on through. Unless of course you are returning from Jamaica and seem to be walking sideways, if you know what I mean.
But we are a family returning from a whirlwind world tour style vacation. No Jamaica I might add, although Curacao is very close to Colombia!! In any event we were met by a very nice young fellow who started joking with us right away. THANK YOU! We went about our business nicely as we watched a chap next to us. The complete contents of his suitcase was stacked on a table. The suitcase itself only a shell of what it used to be. And we could here him making his case, "She never tellin me dat it was ok man, she just saying dis be all da stuff you be needin when you get to da Big Smoke man."

He looked to be begging for his life. And all ya got is fear. I think everyone has been there. It might not be the customs man. Hopefully not, ever. Most likely a shop clerk or store manager askin ya "So tell me, how did that package of Juicy Fruit make it off the rack and into your pocket then. Jump or just walk?"
And all you could do was stare and try to swallow. Yikes. But he be lookin at some hard time now man. No thank you. How stupid do you have to be.
A word to the wise here kids, Stay in school.

So we cleared the hurdles with the accompanying items. Only need to go and claim the contents when the sea container arrives in T.O. by train from Vancouver. Scheduled to be this Friday. Can't wait for a number of items in that shipment, least of which my golf clubs. Need em real soon. Please, please.
Oh and one little item to also mention about customs. We were such an engaging family, telling little jokes and the customs guy threatening to empty our suitcases like the table next door. He seemed to have missed the wine noted on the form and stacked high on our cart.
But I have to be careful what I say here cause with Stephen Harper at the helm you never know who is watching.

Our next adventures will be many.
With our many friends and family.
We have already received a large number of requests and invitations to hither and yaw.  We hope to honour them all and a few more that we have put on ourselves as well.

Now is the $64 question. What happens to the blog?

Well there are plans to copy and publish in hardback and then paperback, syndication to an adventure tv series staring the rugged adventurer himself. But all of that is in the future. For the present the blog will sleep. It may wake up one day, you never know. But me thinks it is time to say goodnight.

I want to thank all my followers for the encouragement. The comments. Barb and Steve probably published as many comments as I did blogs. Thanks.


A total of 120 posts not counting this one. Over 5,500 page views in the eighteen months I have been on the interweb. It is humbling, gratifying and most of all it has been fun.
Thanks for the idea, the support, for reading.
Keep your stick on the ice. Go Habs.
Jerry