It’s hard to please a pirate.
But sometimes, especially when on vacation in the country you left behind, you have to take matters into your own hands, and mutiny.
Most of the time, it wasn’t hard. There was plenty to do,
just enough of nothing,
and even enough land for each of us to temporarily claim for ourselves.
The pirate liked it,
And even caught us dinner, more than once.
The longer I’m away from Canada, the more it amazes me. There aren’t too many places in the world where you can have this
side by side with this.
It’s hard to argue with a shot like that. My guess is if you’re a Canadian expat reading this right now, there are some tears welling up. (I’ve decided to spare you, by not attaching the sound of the call of a loon, of which there were hundreds that morning...)
But if the saving grace of being an expat is appreciating the country you came from more than you possibly could when you lived there, I’d happily do it all over again.