Each time we have a guest from Britain or Europe here in Canada, their first eye opening amazement is not only how wide our roads, community streets and highways are, but also how one can drive for expansive miles on them and sometimes not ever meet another vehicle.
When we traveled their roads, we found it fabulous and almost fairytale like to round one bend and another, almost a game of anticipation whether we'd meet another vehicle, more aware of the trails than we, or even a tractor or passel of chickens. I found it absolutely delightful, almost "Land of Nod" like, as one dear friend put it. Then again, I wasn't traversing the helm.
Each time we have a guest from Britain or Europe here in Canada, their first eye opening amazement is not only how wide our roads, community streets and highways are, but also how one can drive for expansive miles on them and sometimes not ever meet another vehicle.
When we traveled their roads, we found it fabulous and almost fairytale like to round one bend and another, almost a game of anticipation whether we'd meet another vehicle, more aware of the trails than we, or even a tractor or passel of chickens. I found it absolutely delightful, almost "Land of Nod" like, as one dear friend put it. Then again, I wasn't traversing the helm.
Write on, my dear. Write on!