European travels
Living as locals
The most memorable trip of my life was when my parents took us kids, ages 9 - 17, to Malaga, Spain. My parents had read about it and decided to sell the business and go for it. It was very scary, different, but fun for all of us. When we settled in, my parents enrolled in a language school and our world opened up before our eyes. We met people from all over the world and had experiences like no one we knew. We tried to live like the locals. We learned to love languages and new cultures. Some of us have been back several times and still have friends there and around the world. It took a lot of courage to take a trip like that with kids in tow, but the effect it had on all our lives is, as they say, "priceless."
--Toni Allen, Port Coquitlam, B.C.
The most memorable trip of my life was when my parents took us kids, ages 9 - 17, to Malaga, Spain. My parents had read about it and decided to sell the business and go for it. It was very scary, different, but fun for all of us. When we settled in, my parents enrolled in a language school and our world opened up before our eyes. We met people from all over the world and had experiences like no one we knew. We tried to live like the locals. We learned to love languages and new cultures. Some of us have been back several times and still have friends there and around the world. It took a lot of courage to take a trip like that with kids in tow, but the effect it had on all our lives is, as they say, "priceless."
--Toni Allen, Port Coquitlam, B.C.
A hiking holiday
Twelve years ago, to celebrate our 25th anniversary, I decided my husband and I should try a hiking holiday in England. Since neither of us had hiked before, my husband was naturally skeptical. "It's going to cost us HOW MUCH?" He asked incredulously, "and for that we have to WALK?" We chose the Costwolds as our destination and it was magical. Walking from inn to charming inn, we covered about 10 miles a day -- over gently rolling hills, across farmers' fields, through quaint villages with thatched-roof cottages. Each day was a treasure.
-- Lois Charters, via Internet
A personal pilgrimage
I travelled to Denmark in May 2003. It was a profoundly moving experience to spend three weeks in this charming country and walk the footsteps of my father. My father immigrated to Canada from Denmark in 1978 and this trip gave me amazing insight into the family and country he left behind. Seeing the apartment where he grew up, the town hall where he married my mother, and the school where he taught, among other things, gave new meaning to my understanding of the tremendous love he has for my mother to leave this all behind.
-- Liv Vors, Peterborough, Ont.
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Twelve years ago, to celebrate our 25th anniversary, I decided my husband and I should try a hiking holiday in England. Since neither of us had hiked before, my husband was naturally skeptical. "It's going to cost us HOW MUCH?" He asked incredulously, "and for that we have to WALK?" We chose the Costwolds as our destination and it was magical. Walking from inn to charming inn, we covered about 10 miles a day -- over gently rolling hills, across farmers' fields, through quaint villages with thatched-roof cottages. Each day was a treasure.
-- Lois Charters, via Internet
A personal pilgrimage
I travelled to Denmark in May 2003. It was a profoundly moving experience to spend three weeks in this charming country and walk the footsteps of my father. My father immigrated to Canada from Denmark in 1978 and this trip gave me amazing insight into the family and country he left behind. Seeing the apartment where he grew up, the town hall where he married my mother, and the school where he taught, among other things, gave new meaning to my understanding of the tremendous love he has for my mother to leave this all behind.
-- Liv Vors, Peterborough, Ont.
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