I’ve been living in California on and off for eight years. It was gut-wrenching to leave my dearest friends, my beloved cats and the best apartment I ever had. I miss Casablanca, my favorite Moroccan restaurant and the fun I had pretending to belly dance. I miss the warmth and the sunny days. And God knows I miss Two Buck Chuck!! I would move back in a minute.
But in the last five weeks I’ve re-discovered something about Canada I love and missed in Silicon Valley. I’m talking about curling. Yes, that strange sport where folks slide heavy rocks down a sheet of ice in the hopes of knocking other rocks out of the rings and get closest to the button. I had lots of blank stares when I tried to explain curling to Californians…
I’ve managed to come back right in the middle of curling season and I am in curling heaven. The Tournament of Hearts just ended, and the Brier just started yesterday – which means when I’m not at the computer I’ll be in front of the TV. And then in a few weeks, curling Nirvana, with the men’s and women’s world titles. I am content.
And to top off my oh-so-Canadian experience, it snowed in Vancouver this afternoon – all over the beautiful palm trees surrounding the house I’m staying in. I have come to hate the idea of snow. But it was so darned beautiful I had to run out in it.
So I guess you can take the girl out of Canada…but you can’t totally take Canada out of the girl.