Our long march from Argentina to Canada started at the beginning of February, 1963. We boarded a Canadian Pacific plane in Buenos Aires and, flying over the snow-white Andean cordillera and the bluegreen Caribbean, landing in México City, where we took a plane to Austin, Texas. That stopover was enough to arouse the suspicions of the Austin customs officers, who scrutinized our luggage, including Marta"s sewing kit. You never know what foreigners may try to smuggle in!