I made this doily yesterday from a graph in a Japanese book.
But that was yesterday...
This is today...
The one-lane bridge into Canada.
We went in this store. Ken was dying for me to go there. I wasn't that thrilled, but I agreed anyway. What girl wants to go to a tire store? BUT it wasn't a tire store. It was more like a hardware store/home store/smaller Walmart. I liked it. He was right. Write that one down.
I liked it, that is, until I knocked a pretty glass something or another off the shelf and it shattered on the floor into a bajillion pieces, one of which bounced off the floor and lodged itself into my foot. I was wearing sandals. And then I was wearing very bloody sandals. I was embarrassed for having broken something (very loudly) in a store, and then I was embarrassed for bleeding all over the place. It wasn't even a bad cut or anything. I just bled like a stuck pig.
So a nice store employee lady cleaned up my mess and brought me an antiseptic wipe and a bandaid for my foot. We promptly left.
This was the view from the parking lot of the store...
Canada is a beautiful place, at least everywhere we've been.
And then we drove on down the road to Fruitvale, B.C. and ate lunch here...
The burger was not good, but the fries were okay. And then as soon as we left and started driving down the road, I suddenly got nauseous and told Ken, "Pull over! I'm gonna vomit!" So he did, and I did. And then I just wanted to go home even though I felt better almost immediately.
All these were taken from the same spot. The Columbia River gets kind of narrow through here.
Just to prove I was here.
Sorry, I must have vomited my lipstick off because I reapplied after we ate. LOL.
So it was a shitty trip into Canada, but it was all my fault, not Canada's.