You get off the plane, head for the corridor leading to passport control, and enter ... a replica of a Pacific Northwest forest, with aboriginal art. Then you get to the arrivals hall and behold not a surly group of officials, but a soothing ... well, by arrival hall standards, this is practically a cathedral:
(note: I got this picture off Wikipedia since I didn't have my camera out when I passed through the hall, but it is accurate)As Joey said right at this point in the trip, "This is a country that WANTS you to visit. Not like the United States."
In our case, all the more so because, for the first time in our lives, we filled out one customs card as a couple. The United States, of course, doesn't permit this for same-sex couples, and the European countries we have visited lately don't require written customs cards.
Oh, Canada!
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