We drive northeast on 321, leaving Ottawa behind us.
Most big cities in North America look the same. Skyscrapers in the city centers. Streets crossing at 90 degree angles. Traffic lights in every crossing. National monuments. Important buildings. Museums. Office buildings. Lots of taxis. All cities have substitute nature called parks. People come to the parks, bringing coffee in disposable cups from Starbucks across the street, lying in the sunshine in the grass, enjoying what they think is nature. Looking around, they don’t see mountain ridges. They see high rise buildings wherever they look. City life. City nature.
The road is good, single lanes. We pass through forests. We pass through small villages. Lakes. Rivers. Rapids. Sometimes small farms. I get flashbacks to my roots. The landscape is so similar to where I grew up, in northern Sweden. This is real nature. Real Canada.
The landscape is changing forms. Hills. Higher hills. Small mountains. We stop by a lake. Fishing must be good here. The water is very clean. I stick my hand into the water. It is cold. Just like my childhood water in northern Sweden. We come to Mont Tremblant village. Clean, organized, well managed and maintained.
I would feel at home here. Here in the real Canada.
It is early summer in Toronto. It is sunny, clear skies, as we drive towards Hamilton. Roads are good, traffic light. We are surrounded by light green colours, the colours of early summer, colours that will change into darker green as days go by. Many flowers on the road side. Red, white, blue, violet. Nature is in its love phase….
After Hamilton, before the Falls, we pass many Canadian wineries. We did not know that wines are produced in Canada. Now we know.
The power of the water is intense. Again, I cannot take my eyes from the water. Several hundred thousands of cubic meters of water going over the edge every second. Every second. Niagara Falls. Another gift from nature. Another wonder. World, you are beautiful.
We walk until our legs are tired. The mild sound from falling water is gently fondling our ears. The dew from rising mist from the falls is making our jackets wet.
We are back in Toronto before sunset. Our seafood dinners from previous nights is replaced with a tasty chicken meal. We try Canadian red wine. Not bad. Not bad at all…
We fly over Greenland. Incredible beauty. Fairytale landscapes. A few hours later, we arrive in Canada.
There is so much beauty on this planet. Why are we destroying it?
There is so much to enjoy on this Earth. So much to see, so much to share. Why are we fighting over this beauty? Why are we fighting over land? Why are we fighting over borders when in reality there are no borders? The Earth is beautiful, owned by every being living on it. Why do we humans live the lives we do?
We arrive in peak hour traffic in Toronto. With the help of our GPS, we make it to our hotel. New experiences are waiting…