The last leg of our road trip was an accelerated one. Both Philippe and I were so happy with what we’d seen and experienced, but with Philippe’s flight back to Switzerland drawing nearer, we decided it was time to head back to Ontario and chill out a bit.
After sleeping in once again in our dark, cozy digs in Crève-Coeur, we said our goodbyes and got back on the road, but not before the obligatory visit to the Art Museum – another worthwhile stop at the gateway to the west (or more like gateway back east). The we crossed three states, not even stopping in Indianapolis with this new drive to be back and resting by the pool.
In Lima, Ohio we found our last motel. In the morning we drove to Toledo, where Philippe had already visited with his roommates from Ann Arbor, to see its art museum. A full circle from Chicago, it seemed – only Phi took me through this one like an expert, knowing which collections we would appreciate, and trying to rush me through a Warhol exhibit which I took my time studying and memorizing. Soaking in our last stop, we climbed back into the toasty Cavalier and headed North over Lake Erie, halting in the beloved Ann Arbor to tie up some of his loose ends and of course buy yet another round of “blue and maïze” cheerwear – if only you’d all heard the exclamations of “go BLUE!” every time we saw a University-print M on this trip; you’d be proud to have such an enthusiastic supporter anywhere!
I let out my own (more muted) hurrah back over the Canadian border, even when we drove kilometres off the 401 just to find a small pizza diner – something about Smalltown, ON still feels more like home than the rest of America. We arrived in Elora in the evening, and ended up fully-clothed in the pool one playful hour into unpacking. For now, we can say with a satisfied sigh, we are off the road.
Love to all. Looking forwards to seeing you soon!
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a new dancer under the car. It is a new actuality ?
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