Chipotle Man (With a Note Regarding Bearded Dan)

Dan and I had a layover in Baltimore on our way home from the Dominican Republic.  Customs was the intimidating process it is when one only travels internationally every 9 years (Side Note:  When I laid eyes on the gleaming rows of self-serve passport scanners, I said aloud: “Really, America??” Let’s face it, our You-Scan…