My husband and I boarded a plane bound for the Hard Rock Hotel and Resort in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic on Friday. While I have traveled extensively across the US I admit that I was incredibly nervous and perhaps more than a little unprepared for our first voyage into a new land. I knew nothing about the process of getting through customs and from the moment I heard that their would be X-rays involved at touch down I had visions of intense security guards, cavity searches and being locked in a small windowless room with a slowly rotating fan that did nothing to combat the 100 degree heat while a shady customs officer grilled me about items allegedly on my person. Okay, okay. Perhaps I have watched one two many action/spy movies and have a bit of an active imagination.
Sometime, I should tell you about the time I crossed into the United States from Canada and "fit the profile."
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