The journey this year has been surprisingly challenging to plan. There were the usual issues of where to go, why didn't we (me) lose more weight (any) and the chronic back problems. And then there was the passport......I was born in Kansas to a Texan mother and a New York father. I was the last of four daughters and my parents named me after my Texas grandmother and a Texan aunt. Virginia Vesta. Somewhere along the line my sister, Karen, nicknamed me Jenson and the rest is history. Until I needed a passport. It appeared I would have to legally change my name, or change all of my documents to reflect my birth name. What I discovered was that I did not want to give away the name my parents, I hope lovingly, picked out for me so many years ago. It is really all I have of them. I was lucky, it turned out it was unnecessary to make any changes. I am now the proud owner of a passport and I cannot wait to fill that baby up!
When I was looking for ideas to name this blog I went onto a site with cute facts about Canada. In one town everyone leaves their keys in their cars in case someone gets chased by a bear and needs to jump into a car and make a quick get away. There are also jails for bears who steal food!
So, George and I will be leaving Friday. See you on the road...again. Jenson
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