Frienships and connections


It has been a few days since I have written anything, and perhaps it was all for the best, to give me time to test out a few things and to really see what the world and people are really about.

Tonight I want to talk about meeting people. Because along this journey I have been meeting people. Not sure if it is because I am this lady travelling alone and people take pity on me, but I have meet the nicest people so far, minus one weird guy, who really should rethink his strategy when he wants to meet some women. 

I think this is why we have the greatest country in the world. All started in Vancouver, when I was waiting on the patio line for the beach terrase at the Cactus Club Cafe. This fellow who was originally from Ireland, started talking to me, just out of pure kindness. Offered to take a picture of me, while him and his family were waiting for their table as well. He and them thought it was pretty cool that I was travelling by myself. 

The next morning I was off to Stanley Park, and while eating my breakfast with one hand I was trying to figure out how to work the timer on my camera in order to take a picture of myself with this weird tree. This couple, who was walking with a group, which I assumed was their family, asked if I would like them to take a picture of me. Being by myself, I always assess the people before I take on their offer. So while they were with a group of 10 people, I thought that if perhaps they choose to run away with my camera I could probably run faster than some of them, so I took on their offer and honestly they looked like the sweetest couple ever. So while she was talking my picture, she asked her "honey" to watch my purse for me. I returned the favor and took a picture from them and they were on their way.
Back at the airport in Vancouver, while I was having lunch at the bar, I meet Steve and
Mike. Both gentleman on their way to Vancouver island who offered me their advise on what I
should go visit in Edmonton and Calgary areas. We exchanged information after good discussion of an hour or so.

Then there the waiters in Edmonton at 1902 restaurant, this nice couple from California in Jasper.
Also Gilles and Raymond, from Rogersville who I stopped over in the middle of Whyte Ave in Edmonton because they were swearing in french and ended up having lunch with for 2 hrs. The three guys from Ireland at Elephant and Castles.

It comes to teach you that when you open yourself up, you can have some fabulous meetings and make the greatest friends. I know it is sometimes risky, because not all people mean well but I think most times, you'll find people with the kindess heart. This is what it means , being vulnerable, and opening your heart and soul, sometimes you'll be hurt.
Since I got into Alberta, I have been able to regroup with some friends. Marcia, Megan, tomorrow Suzanne, Tara and Shae. Some peoplel that I have meet in different times in my life, some new, some older friends, some that I don't even know that well, but the thing they all have in common, is that
they welcome me with the arms wide open. They don't judge or pretend that they know more than I do, and I do the same with them. It allows for very opened and enlighting discussions, which help me sort and figure out. Always, they are there at the right time for what the situation is. They make me a better person by allowing me to stay with them for a little while, and allowing me to do what I feel like doing. I will always be appreciative of what they have done for me.

I think the special connection that we have, allows us to meet again, sometimes after 7 years, like it was just a few weeks ago. I think it is pretty amazing and I am glad I took the time to do so, take the time to spend time with them because they opened their house or schedule for me. 

 “True friendship comes when the silence between two people is comfortable.” ~ David Tyson Gentry

 Cheers,

 veroique

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