Yes, I think of yesterday, mostly with a smile.  Yes, I usually live in the moments of today.  But there is also tomorrow … when a plane lofts me to Canada.

What is the future of my sixteen days in Toronto and London, Ontario?  There is a framework to it: staying with friends, having lunch with other friends, swooning into concerts at Toronto’s Koerner Hall and London’s Aeolian Hall.  But so much is uncertain.

Tomorrow’s post will be called “Canada: Day One” and eventually there’ll be a “Canada: Day Seventeen”.  In between there’s lots of room for mystery.

Will I fall in love with a Canadian woman who just knows that she wants to live in Gent for the rest of her life?

Will my flight to Toronto somehow set down in Singapore, without my luggage?

Will I sing Dylan’s “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” to friends in the evenings?

Will I sit in Boston Pizza on Toronto’s Front Street, savouring their decadent nachos and a Rickard’s Red beer?  (It’s my favourite Toronto restaurant)

Will I drive a car for the first time in three years, revelling in the fast highways and the quiet side streets?

Will I have conversation after conversation that go straight to our hearts, full of love and possibility?

Will I essentially change my wardrobe into a sea of rich colours?

Will I sit in the quiet of London’s Victoria Park, remembering the splendour of Sunfest and the Home County Folk Festival?

Will I have a window seat from Frankfurt, Germany to Toronto and feel the clouds’ embrace?

Will I return to Belgium?  (The answer is Yes)

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Off I go