“I think you need to register your wand,” Carlos said. “So that in case you do something you are documented and can be tracked. And, yeah, I guess it’s pretty strict. But if you’re not planning on causing any trouble, then I think you’re okay. I don’t know… I haven’t traveled to America while living in a foreign country, so I haven’t experienced it.”
“Of course, heh, I guess I shouldn’t expect you to really know when you don’t exactly have to worry about that kind of thing. It does sound pretty similar to traveling around here though.” He shrugged, then smiled and let out a happy little noise as their destination finally came into view. “Ah, almost there! Ya can’t see the Causeway from here, but you got a nice view’a the coast at least while we drive down to the visitor’s center.”
Carlos looked out the window and smiled. “Oh, that’s amazing,” he said. The sight of the coast looked so refreshing. The blue water looked so vibrant and clean, and there was white foam where it touched the boulders and coast. The ocean stretched out far across flat horizon and Carlos thought he could see an occasional member of marine life breach the surface as little dots of white appeared on the water. “It looks incredible, Hancock. Somehow the water is just… it just looks different from Oregon.”
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