Whining over wine

Yesterday's blog actually covered our travels on the 26th and 27th, though it might have read otherwise. Currently, we are in Niagara Falls and I'm doing my best to get caught up. So be patient. BTW-Indiana was not the end of the corn. The crop seemed just as plentiful in Ohio as anywhere else we had traveled.

Somewhere east of Nebraska, I realized that I had made a monumental error. I may have written that I had packed some thirty bottles of wine to take with us. You may also remember that we planned to travel into Canada. The limits on wine being brought into the country from the U.S. are pretty much the same limits as with any country, a liter and a half per responsible adult. So Carol gets to bring in two bottles and I get to do the same. That leaves 26 bottles requiring duty payment. Unless of course we drink it first. If we elected to pay the duty on the wine, when we came back into the States, we would be faced with the same dilemma. Although, the wine would surely be a diminishing supply. So we elected to change our travel plans. Instead of entering Canada at Niagara Falls and driving around Lake Ontario, we would stay on the U.S. side and drive northeast for a while before crossing the border. No, the thought of trying to smuggle our cache across the border never occurred to us; well, almost never.

On Thursday, we took Christy into Pittsburgh to get her moved into her dorm. This move in was quite easy as everything we needed was accessible. She has a nice room she is sharing with two other young women. They are all friends from last year. While Christy unpacked her stuff, we did some shopping for Pitt paraphernalia. We both wanted sweat shirts and now was the time to get them. We caught back up with Christy just after noon. With her in tow, we met with our "adopted" daughter number two, Danielle, who is a grad student at Carnegie Mellon. We got to see Danielle's apartment, have lunch and get a rundown on her adventures in the environs of Squirrel Hill.

We dropped Danielle off at school for a study session. From there, we took Christy to see her friend Jen. Saying our good byes on the street corner, Carol and I left Christy and began the trip back to North Ridgeville. It was good to know that Christy is happy at Pitt and truly enjoying the experience of college life. As we left Pittsburgh, Carol commented that our trip was done, now we could start our adventure. For me, my life with Carol, the blessing of having Christy, have both been a wonderful adventure and I want them to continue well into the future.