I’m here in Montreal. It’s miraculous that I made it considering the border patrol was convinced I was trying to immigrate since my car is my house and they thought once they let me in I would never leave. It seems funny now, but there were lots of tears -surprise- lots of rude behavior- not on my part for once! And I believe if I hadn’t had a house sit gig for which I had to show up, I may have turned around and returned to the US. In retrospect, I’m sure there are lots of things happening on their end I’m not aware of, but there was a level of rudeness beyond just doing the job that one does not expect if you buy into the Canadian stereotype. Though I understand that border guards anywhere and everywhere are their own special breed of human. On top of it all, it’s been rainy- though today is beautiful- and I don’t have my camera because that bag of rice was no help in magically fixing the electrical components that were water damaged. I’m heading into the world today and I’m expecting my camera back at the end of the week. In the mean time, I’ve had the chance to catch up on some photos from the past few weeks/months. Below are portraits from Tampa, one late morning at the Marathon gas station on Nebraska Avenue.
I love these guys- Avaya and Jackson. Jackson was up for it and ready to be in a picture, Avaya was less than convinced.
I didn’t catch his name, I love this photo.
My first pic of the morning was with Dequan. He had a bike he loved, and I took a picture with the bike, too, I guess I should post it. Super chatty, these guys informed me a bus driver had his throat slit by a passenger the day before on his bus route.
James! James wanted to take me out to dinner. I gave him my number because I wasn’t sure what else to do, and I realize I maybe give my number out too freely. I’ve been enjoying the occasional texts I get from him, they’re few and far between and often mysterious which leads me to wonder what he’s up to. He never took me out to dinner, but did text a few weeks later to see how I was doing. I wrote back a lengthy explanation of all of my adventures with no response. Sigh. My texts often have this effect. Then a few weeks later an apology for no response. Then one more text telling me not to send his pic just yet to his phone. Why, I asked? Nothing. I emailed his photo today. I hope all’s ok, and also- mystery!