I’m here. I’m in Prince Edward Island. Holy moly. I did it.
I arrived on the day I was hoping for. My birthday, August 21st. My goal was to reach my Dad and have a brandy toast. Well, it happened. We were ecstatic! And, have been talking and sharing stories non-stop.
It’s amazing that in the 14 days I’ve been traveling I’ve only slept 3 nights, including tonight in Rivière-du-Loup, in a motel. I am blessed with beautiful, caring, generous, and loving friends. I’ve slept on the floor (on couch cushions), on a couple of couches, about 5 comfy beds and one….very hard one, tonight! I’m pretty lucky.
Today was a “Aunty Trilby” morning with my two mini lovely bouffons.
Monday’s blog, Day 12, was written before the day was finito.
Knowing I was intending on leaving before dawn yesterday morning (day 13), I packed up as much as I could before my friend Tom and I went off to Cambridge (not too far away) to meet our other friend, Dan. More hellos, hugs and good chatter (and amazing GF tomato/basil pasta), another goodbye (or, rather, “see you on the return”) and back to the goats (but they were asleep).
I just reviewed my previous posts and realized I was very mixed up in my day numbers. They’ve been adjusted and all is correct now. I’m losing track of the time! And… where I am now? 🙂
Yesterday, day eleven was a special day as I was booked for a Buffoonery Workshop in Hamilton. Five awesome women showed up (the perfect bouffon gang size) and we went on a wacky, profound journey. My friend Tom stayed for the duration. Between laughing and shaking his head in wonder, he filmed and photographed some special moments.
I’m being silly. But, isn’t that what this is about? Sometimes, anyway. Actually, as most of you know, a road trip provides much time for thinking, contemplation (same thing), assessing, life evaluation, goals, dreams, and where the next gas up and pee stop is, and should I get bad coffee or hang in for a designer coffee.