06 July 2008

A conversion on the road to Deseronto

The greatest value in travel is what we learn of ourselves.

And I thought then of the many kindnesses we'd been shown - the hospitality of our hosts, the generosity of the woman at the golf club who had given us fresh-picked strawberries, the artist couple who kept Selma in their chicken pen until we could figure out what to do, the friendly waitress who told us of her remarkable life journey from Brighton, England to Brighton, Ont. - and I felt as at home as I ever had, and everything was warm and familiar.

Right here, in Canada.

Then again, sometimes we learn that we are all not so very different after all.