Rita and I went anywhere and everywhere on the weekends. On our first trip into France, I didn't have a visa that would let me travel in France. But we hated to waste a weekend! So we drove over anyway and as we approached the checkpoint, Rita told me to look like a tourist and let her do the talking. I found that very easy; I carried a Coke can, which nobody did in Spain, and had maps spread over my lap. She was cute and I looked harmless; we got through just fine!
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