The fine folks at away.com have come up with a list of 30 Things Every Traveler Must Do Before They’re 30.  Of those 30, I’ve managed to accomplish 12 of them, or roughly 40% of them, some of which was even before I turned 30.  Today we look at #21 on their list, visit a neighbor to our north or south.  My first foray to Canada occurred on August 2, 1999, during a trip to Detroit to see the White Sox take on the Tigers in the final season of Tiger Stadium.  A quick bus trip across the border led to dinner in Canada, at a barbecue place whose name escapes me now.

I took a second trip to Canada in 2010, again as part of a trip to see the White Sox and the Tigers.  This time I was staying in Windsor, with the bus taking me back to Detroit for the game.  To ensure my Canadian experience was complete, I did enjoy a morning breakfast at Tim Horton’s, even taking in a maple donut.   One quirk of both trips north of the border has been the difficult time I’ve had getting back in to the United States.  Apparently the agents working the border there are not used to people crossing back and forth for purposes of baseball.