The sign told me, in no uncertain terms, to “get lost!”
Normally, an order like that would tick me off a little (or a lot). But in this instance, I grinned and thought, sounds like fun!
I was about to enter my first corn maze. Continue reading
I’ve been living in Nanaimo for about seven months now, and over those months I’ve grown steadily more fond of my new home. However, like many relationships, mine with Nanaimo didn’t get off to the most promising start.
It was a chilly day last December when I drove my car onto the ferry at Horseshoe Bay on the mainland. My destination: Departure Bay, Nanaimo. I was excited, eager—and anxious. I’d never been to Nanaimo before—or Vancouver Island. This was a maiden voyage for me. As the boat crossed the Strait of Georgia, I gazed back, awestruck, at the towering, snow-capped mountains hugging the BC coastline.
Goodbye mainland…
Nine months ago, after more than 20 years of living in California, I drove up the West Coast and crossed the border into Canada. I came home.
Unsurprisingly, the question I’m often asked is “Why?” Continue reading
The Lingo Chronicles 