Cheeseheads Unite

You never know how and when where you're from will come in handy. Having missed all buses across the Slovak border into the Ukraine, my traveling companion and I decided to walk on across. For some reason, though, despite a clearly marked pedestrian walkway, we were informed that walking across was not an option available to us. Growing a bit concerned , since we were literally in the middle of nowhere and the sun was rapidly setting, I was surprised when the Border Control officer, in perfect English, asked where we were from. In a strange twist of fate, it turned out that said officer had spent an enjoyable couple of years working in nowhere other than the lovely Wisconsin Dells. With the Wisconsin connection now firmly established, it was only a matter of minutes until the officer had spoken with the driver of a car crossing the border and arranged for us to hop in and get a ride all the way to our hotel. Turns out Wisconsin has far flung powers and admirers in the most unexpected of places.