Returning recently from our mini vacation, it struck me again as we traveled how free we (still) are to move from place to place. No gendarme stops, no document check stations, just a nice four-lane highway without potholes or mud holes big enough to swallow a lumber truck.
We only had to stop once and were asked if we were carrying fruit. They didn’t even search our vehicle. You don’t realize how nice that is until you have lived somewhere else.
The Coots Clan 