Oh, Canada! This is how I started my third day of travel: with lots of Canadian hospitality and good will and love. First, after a restful night’s sleep in my Niagara Falls Airbnb, I came down to find an lovely spread of breakfast makings on a dining room table. Yogurt, bread, muffins, granola, and puddings were laid out before me like I was Queen Elizabeth herself. Meanwhile, my host, John, was toiling away in the kitchen making me a real eggs benny with Canadian bacon. Yum. It was so good and kept me going most of the day. Thanks, John!
And while I ate he gave me insider tips on where to travel, saving me from a tiresome drive and diverting me to the Bruce peninsula where I could catch a ferry across Lake Huron. Give me a ferry any day over a boring drive.
So, I headed out west after saying farewell and thanks. I stopped at the local Starbucks for a latte before heading on the highway, and when I pulled into the parking lot, a gentleman who was entering his car next to mine, took one look at my Mass plates and smiled at me saying, “Welcome to Canada!” A complete stranger, mind you. And he said this SINCERELY! Not a hint of sarcasm. Not one whiff! I was not in Kansas any more.
Even barrista in the Starbucks chatted me up about my trip, and then the lady at the deli where I stopped for lunch, and by gosh and by gun, the family who was camping at the site next to mine in Tobermory, came over and offered me a brownie. Gluten free with frosting. What the hell is happening here? Oh, yeah. I’m in Canada! (Now mind you, the lady with the brownie first asked me what I thought of Trump before handing over the goods. Apparently, I passed the test.)
I have to say that I have yet to meet a rude or unfriendly Canadian. Not that this is proof that none exist, but I would say that my very unscientific study so far points to the conclusion that these guys are our friends. Did you hear that Donald?? Our friends!
And to a fault they have all said how horrified they are for us and how, yes, we will be welcome up here if things don’t work out in November. But I still have hope that they will turn around but mind you, it is nice to know you have a friend in Canada.