Map of Canada, drawn my nephew, probably when he was about 10 years old |
Eight days ago I got on a plane and flew to Boston,
Mass. There I joined my younger brother
and his daughter (my niece), my older brother and his wife (my sister-in-law)
and we got in a smallish car and headed northeast. To New Brunswick or bust!
Before I left home, I had this conversation with my son:
Son: So, you’re
going to Canada today!
Me: Yes, I am
going to Canada. You know what this
means….
Son: Free health care!
Me: No, it means whatever dishes you put in that
sink in the morning will still be there when you get back in the evening.
Son: As a parting gift to us, can you do the
dishes one more time?
I was nervous before the trip. This was my first trip outside the country in ten years, an embarrassment for the world traveler I once was. As my husband drove me to the airport, I
bemoaned the fact that I had not looked up the driving directions. It just bothers me to not know what roads we
are going to take.
I did not need to worry.
Once I got to Boston, my brother went to his Chart Room.
This box full of maps is what my brother refers to as his Chart Room. |
Paper maps - how quaint! |
If you were looking for Waldo, try looking in Maine. |
Bright and early the next morning, we set out for Maine. Our
first stop – a town near Portland, for a wonderful but all-too-brief breakfast visit
to my cousin and his family. Then on to
Saint John, New Brunswick, to visit my uncle, aunt, and another cousin.
Here are a few of the signs we saw during our trip.
That top sign denotes that you will likely see bicyclists riding on top of a tunnel harboring pregnant university graduates. That's the best I could make of it. |
We thought this might be a sign showing the way East for those without a compass app. But someone told us it was the town’s evacuation route. |
All road signs in New Brunswick are in French and English. |
Political sign in someone's front yard. |
Be sure to notice dogs doing their business. By the way, that's the US on the other side of the water. |
Vroom Lane, in St Stephen, NB |
Back in New Hampshire, the Interstate highway rest stop consists of a giant liquor store. No mixed messages there, eh? |
Restaurant wisdom. My brother said this just about summed up the history of thought in Western Civilization. |