May 8th Today was mothers day, so not much got done lounging around my sisters house.  We did go out for a really good dinner at  an Italian restaurant up in Glacier.   May 9th Today was the day I dedicated to working on the bike.  First order of business was to find a dry place to work on it since it looked like it might rain. My brother-in-law gladly volunteered his work office at the restaurant.    Somehow we shoe-horned  the bike into his office and boy did it look really  big inside a small office.  Well down to work I went changing the oil, adjusting the valves, and the other little things BMW requires for the 6000 mile service, all in all things went pretty successfully.  I definitely feel much more confident working on the bike after getting my hands into it. So in celebration after I was done working on the bike I met Able in his bar for a couple glasses of Jameson and as one thing tends to lead to another we ended up heading back to the house with a whole bottle and it turned out to be another night of telling stories and drinking Irish Whiskey.   May 10th Today the plan was to load up and head up to Canada and across towards Idaho.  So once again we loaded up the bike ,which is quickly becoming second nature, and we were sent on our way  with my niece and an old wiener dog running along side of us for the first block,  I definitely have to say a pretty spectacular goodbye . The  plan for Canada was short lived once we got to the Canadian Border and they would not let Estala  in because she did not have a Visa.  I almost fell over, what is Canada actually trying to be a real country or something.   By the time this ordeal was done it was pretty late in the afternoon so the best plan of action was to head back to my sisters house.  On the way back I took a detour and drove by my old school and some of the old houses we lived in growing up.  It is funny to look back and see the places you were as a child and to really think about how much you’ve grown and changed.   I even thought of some of the teachers I had in primary, elementary, and even some high school teachers  are probably dead,   Fuck Sakes I am getting old, why am I doing this trip again, oh yeah I just turned 30.  Hey but they say 40 is the new 30 so I am in the clear there. So after a trip down memory lane  I figured the best course was to head back to my sisters house and to get an early in the morning (well assuming I can get this Brazilian girl out of bed before 10, she is one lazy girl I will tell you that).   That evening we watched Motorcycle Diaries (you know the Che Guevara  story, unfortunately I fell asleep when the bike died, come on who makes a movie called Motorcycle Diaries with a motorcycle in it only half the fucking time.  Hollywood should have changed the story a little bit and had the motorcycle through the whole thing, well that was my 2cents.