I went on a series of trips to Canada in the 1990’s:
- Alberta to visit aunts, uncles and cousins, see the family farms and the homestead where my Dad was born, and tour the magnificent Rocky Mountains through Banff and Jasper National Parks. The summer solstice was upon us so the days were endlessly long in this northern latitude.
- Québec City to sample the flavorful French culture and cuisine. We dined on escargots and reindeer, enjoyed the open-air parks and places, and listened endlessly to Celine Dion songs played everywhere.
- Montreal during the annual Juste pour rire festival with the streets teeming with New Vaudevillians performing vocal and visual comedic arts. The Quartier Latin was abuzz with whimsical mischief, revelry, and above all laughter.
- Nova Scotia to view the quaint southern coast towns such as Lunenburg, historic Halifax, and the Evangeline Trail through the French speaking villages along the northwestern Acadian Shore. The remnants of a hurricane passed through the area bringing buckets of windswept rain. It was quite an atmospheric trip!
