Goodbye, Canada

First, checkout and an amazing brunch.

'Bye, Delta Barrington.

Jane's on the Common rules.

Pumpkin seed muffin.

Coffee, Caesar, soup.

Eggs Benedict.

Chorizo sausage and potato scramble.

 And then we hit the road for the airport. But that wasn't the end of our adventure.

We pulled up to the gas station and filled the tank before we returned The Big American Gas Guzzler (seriously, we spent hundreds of dollars on that stupid car's gas, which I did not budget for). I was in the car, Rich was filling up.

He opened the car door.

"I can't get the gas nozzle out," he said.

Curious look. "Huh?"

Stuck. Seriously. The gas nozzle was stuck in the gas tank.

Rich got the attendant, who was befuddled. "Do you try pulling harder?"

Face palm.

Second attendant: "I've got a screwdriver ... want to try prying it out that way?" Sure, let's create sparks at a gas station.

I tried pulling it. That damn thing was stuck.

We called CAA (Canadian AAA). They were totally stumped.

We called Hertz. They were f***ing useless, as usual.

Forty-five minutes later, Rich -- using sheer force of will as I was about to call United and explain that we were going to miss our international flight due to the strangest thing that's ever happened to Bich -- managed to yank the nozzle out.

We finally left, dumbfounded.

Rich grabbed a much-needed beer at the airport bar. The bartender then informed us that on a weekly basis, some American asks her where the igloos are, because it is, after all, Canada. We apologized and promised her that we're not all idiots (though it should be noted that we had to explain quite a few times during our trip that "Jersey Shore," we promise, does not represent the vast majority of us).

Somewhere over the Atlantic

We had an amazing trip. Brooke discovered she doesn't hate camping, Rich was game for even the most touristy Anne of Green Gables stuff, Canadians are really, truly nice people, and I can't wait to go back.

I found out the other day that one of Halifax's sister cities is Norfolk, which just seemed right.

"I miss Halifax," Rich said.