After our run-in with the Canadian customs official, and the "excitement" we had with him, I didn't have any idea what to expect from the American customs official. All I knew was that people had warned me about not having a passport, and I started to freak out a little bit about being able to get back across the border. After about 20 minutes waiting in line, we pulled up to the official, and he asked us if we had a good time in Canada. We said yes, and then he asked us if we had stopped on the side of the road to pick flowers or pick up food or anything else that we were planning to bring back across the border. We said no, and he checked the vehicle for any flowers we might be smuggling. He wished us well and welcomed us back to the States.
We decided to take an alternate route home, driving through the White Mountains of New Hampshire. We stopped in a little town in Vermont for lunch, and tried some Poutine, which is basically french fries with brown gravy and cheese curds in them. It's not very good. The grilled cheese, bacon and tomato sandwich I had, however, was pretty incredible. We left a luni as a tip for our waitress (with some American money). Our ride home was fairly uneventful, until we arrived back to Somerville and Nicole crossed several lanes of traffic in order to get into a Burger King to use the bathroom.
Overall, the trip to Montreal was a blast. I was reminded over and over again of God's faithfulness, and that God really does answer the prayers of His people. It was a beautiful picture of reconciliation to see Lindsey and Lauren reunited, and I am happy to report that Lauren has been in close contact with her family since.
The United States Border.
The Lyndon Freighthouse, where we ate lunch in Vermont.
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