The 1st America being Virginia and the 2nd being California, according to M. Life is metric and the skies are primarily grey. What with the public transport, bowling greens and the queen being on the money you may be forgiven for thinking this is a scenic and chilly bit of England... However the lit ski slopes can be seen from the city streets below and bears are known to wander in from the woods into our current backyard.
We were granted re-entry into our adopted homeland. In the stationary queue for the border I took the decision to pop out for a quick pee in an adjacent facility. Returning I noted that the cars had shifted on and I began a jog through slow-moving lines of traffic in a somewhat 'Running Man' style, as our Dodge Grand Caravan seemed to have vanished. Eventually we recombined and nervously awaited the questioning from the border guard and gazed through this rather impressive window into America. We de-stressed by driving across the tulip fields (not in flower) near La Conner in lowering, dark cloud and eventual snow.
