We entered Alberta and a world of:
Wide open spaces,
Liters instead of gallons,
kilometers instead of miles,
Road signs of no words, just images,
And a wild evening storm filled with ominous clouds and plenty of lightening.
Whew-that was pretty scary as we drove right into it!
This little fellow pumped our gas and washed our windshield.
(Yeah, they still do that in Canada.)
Jack gave him a tip in American money as that was all we had at the time.
He looked at the bill for a moment then asked what it was.
Jack apologetically explained that it was worth a few cents less than its American value since the Canadian dollar is a bit stronger on today's market.
The young man got excited and said, "Oh, I'll never spend this. It's the first time I ever saw American money!"
That is a true story.
Dorothy, we aren't in Kansas any longer.