I was sitting on a bench on the Alberta prairie in July, 2017, admiring the mountains to the west. I was alone, and very much looking forward to the sunset. Along come four hikers. We smile. We say hi. They sit down. Turns out that they’re all from Belgium and are revelling in the grandeur of the Rockies. One couple says nearly nothing. The other one enjoy chatting with this Canadian guy.
After awhile, the folks head on up the trail, showering me with friendly goodbyes. A half hour later, I set off too, having immersed myself in oranges and pinks. The trail enters some trees. Soon I’m back in the wide open spaces. I look ahead and there’s another bench in the distance. Two people are sitting there. After a bit, I can make out my talkative new friends. “They’re waiting for me.” And indeed they were.
Lydia and Jo welcomed me to the new bench and we start talking about life in all its beauty and disappointment. They tell me that they have about 20 foster children … in Senegal. Lydia whips out her phone and shows me smiling photos and videos. Those kids are so alive, so real. I’m loving this.
Maybe an hour later, Lydia has something to say:
“Bruce, we go every Christmas to see our kids for two weeks. Would you like to join us sometime?”
Oh my. Did she just say that? My small mind goes off into small thoughts. “But we just met.” “I can’t afford that.” “I like being home for Christmas.”
Happily, my big mind held sway. “Yes, I’ll go with you to Africa to meet your children … in December, 2018.”
Too soon, we were saying goodbye. Lance’s family and I were heading off in the morning. I hugged Lydia and Jo and it felt right.
Back home in Ontario, I had lots of thinking to do. “I said yes. I really did.” Well, not knowing how many years I have left on the planet, isn’t it about time that I stretch my wings? Yes it is. I wondered if my Belgian friends thought I’d really follow through.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, I’m here to tell you that Jo and Lydia and I and a few other fine people are flying from Brussels to Dakar on December 23, returning to Belgium on January 4. Although I haven’t arranged my flight to Brussels yet, I intend to spend a week visiting my friends and seeing the sights before we fly to the kids.
This is real
I’ve never been to Europe
I’ve never been to Africa
This is real
Look at me now, a world traveller. Also a lover of humankind in all its diversity. Belmont is so cool. I’m sure the rest of the world is too. As Cat Stevens was fond of saying:
Well I left my happy home
To see what I could find out
I left my folk and friends
With the aim to clear my mind out
Well I hit the rowdy road
And many kinds I met there
And many stories told me on the way to get there
So on and on I go, the seconds tick the time out
So much left to know, and I’m on the road to find out
Thank you, Mr. Cat