We felt safe with the idea of Canada. We went to see the Canadian branch of the family, because we were so 'close', being on the right side of the Atlantic.
Cousin C and her husband 'No. 27' picked us up and drove for a very long time so we could see where they live (along with Cousin E; more of whom later). Who'd have thought Toronto was so large and so full of traffic? When Son first went, he made it sound like it was like driving through Småland...
Anyway, it was lovely to see their small town and their house and the rather gorgeous and exotic looking birds they have in their garden. We also drove through C-town which boasts at least one Swede. I know, because this woman once phoned Son to let him know her organisation was going to give him money. (Which is always nice.) She said she lived in a small Canadian town he wouldn't have heard of. 'I know C-town' he said, 'my cousin runs the quilting shop there, and I've visited.' Small world.
And then our second visit to C's home was curtailed by Covid. For health reasons, the cousins required us to test. The second test was only negative for me, so some bed rest followed while we checked out the country's Covid rules. But the view over Lake Ontario was nice. Just wish Tim Hortons hadn't 'forgotten' the cream cheese.
We came to Canada not only to visit the cousins, but for Daughter to see a former colleague of hers. Meeting up 'for a cup of tea' is much more work with an ocean in between.
Languages can be difficult, especially for non-French speakers like your Bookwitch. Montréal is a lot more French than I had imagined. Our Uber driver listed his languages as French, Spanish and Creole. He apologised profusely for not speaking better English.
But he drove us to the airport, where I was tickled to find the cannabis disposal bin.
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