From what I've read about the trains, a can of mace.
Or, "I'm an American and I will cut you, dickhead."
I never had trouble on the trains in Spain (ha ha ha - and they travel mostly on the plain!) - but then I have facial piercings and dress mostly-in-black. Even being a Wee Munchkin of a Pocketbear(TM) as I am (as I be? I've confused myself with grammar) I tend to scare people. It would warm my heart, if I had one. (I have it on reliable authority that I don't have a heart, just a tired cinder.)
I've been to Canada a few times, but it was before 9/11 so I just needed a copy of my birth certificate to prove to the highly cranky US customs people that I was a citizen upon return. (Well, actually, that was just for flying. For driving to/from Toronto all I needed was my driver's license and receipts for stuff I was bringing back across the border.)
I suspect that on the way up I could have just shown one of the pictures of me posing with Ray Bourque and been waved on through.
I was in Germany and Austria for three months when I was 19. I went to Vancouver BC for a weekend the next year. That's all my extra-US travel. I've never been to Mexico. I renewed my passport after Bush got elected the second time. I figured there was no telling when I'd need to flee the country. My sister's boss has a villa in the south of France, and we have a standing invite to spend a summer there and drive his Saab. We have never taken him up on it, and I'm not even sure why. Maybe next year.
Also a big-ass scarf to throw rakishly about your neck.
Not too long. You don't want to repeat Isadora Duncan's mistake.
Whenever someone mentions tossing a scarf around their neck, I think of Isadore Duncan. I can't even wear a turtleneck.
I don't do scarfs well. But I have wee little Amelie bangs. Will that help?
I got a passport when I went to London in college, and had to get a new one when I went to Mexico in grad school. Or on a cruise? I can't remember which came first. I've been to Canada a few times, but maybe only once that I used the passport, because I was flying. I can't remember.
Being Jamaican means never going anywhere without a passport. I've had one, current, since I was one, and I always know where it is, since I'm usually in a foreign country.
ESPN has decided the Gentlemen's final was an instant classic so they're back to backing it on ESPN Classic. I rewatched the last set and the trophy presentation and I hope it's out of my system now.
Then my sister sent me this article which totally got my dander up. I'd be pro big babe tennis if it were used to smash his head in.
Whenever someone mentions tossing a scarf around their neck, I think of Isadore Duncan. I can't even wear a turtleneck.
When I was a senior in highschool, my grandmother knitted me a 10-foot Dr. Who scarf, having never even HEARD of the show. My mom just told her, "Do this. He'll love it." And I did.
And I'd hurl it around my neck dramatically; geek friends thought I was being the Doctor. I knew better. Hee.
(My, I was a morbid teen. GO FIGURE.)
