A visit to Canpol, a ride in an amusement park, a walk down memory lane in another village (where my aunt lives), and a swim in another lake.
This school, where my Grandmother worked for most of her life, and where my Mom and Uncle studied.
At the lake resort, called Bobo, is the only cafe around. It’s about a 45-minute walk from my Babcia’s.
Bit of a big day here!
As I said, it wasn’t all fun and games. On one of the days, we went to the cemetery, to clean up the graves of our family.
Let me tell you about the lake.
On this day we decided to go around the whole lake. It’s a big undertaking and takes a few hours.
I can’t imagine anything better than the late afternoon sun on you and the sound of crickets.
It was sad to see how much had shut down, how much had been abandoned.
What was weird is that I didn’t spend that much time here I’ve spent most of my life in Canada, but these paths were so familiar and I knew I couldn’t get lost.
