I always feel that a place is truly defined by its food because, in the words of Cesar Chavez, “the people who give you their food, give you their heart.”
Come see the waters
Crashing down becoming mist
Flowing to the sea.
I’ve never written a Haiku poem before. We’ve never been to Niagara Falls before. Both are more complex than they seem.
Today, we’re in Sydney Nova Scotia. Like it’s Aussie namesake, the place was settled by the Brits (well, actually by the local tribes, then the French, then the Brits, but for the sake of convenience, we’ll say the Brits.) Unlike Australia, these people came here willingly because they were loyal to King George.
I used to think the Boston Tea Party was some sort of social event where ladies of a certain age sat around and talked about how disappointed they were with their husbands.
Another day, another new experience. Like most new things we try, we suck at it the first time!
A lot of people fall in love with New York, but, beware, New York is a wild woman who doesn’t give her heart to anyone. As Bob Dylan once said, “New York is a city where you could be frozen to death in the midst of a busy street and nobody would notice.” I suspect, however, that Dylan had it a little wrong, and once you have proven your devotion and commitment, the city gives you some sort of secret knowledge that must never be passed on to an outsider.
They say if you stand with one foot in a bucket if ice and your other foot in a bucket of boiling water, on average, you’re feeling pretty comfortable. Well, on average, our trip to the US today has been good. It’s one of those three (well five actually) legged races where you travel all…