Take A Trip To Canada


In one Canadian city, there is the largest fiddle ever seen. In another city, Halifax, there is the Maritime museum where a person can remember the Titanic. All of the places explored in Canada by
 Marie Schaeller in "Exploring Atlantic Canada: A 2-week Travel Memoir of New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, and Nova Scotia" leave something to remember. As helpers, there are many links in the one hundred twenty - one page book.

At first, I thought the small book began too much like a Fodor's Handbook. I thought, "oh brother." It did not take a long time for a change of mind to happen. Soon I wanted to remain with this fiddler player on her journey. It became a fun journey. There are illustrations and a map or maps. I followed along on the map. Feeling what she was seeing became easy. While she played her fiddle outside beneath the stars at night or during the daytime during a break, I sat beside her and listened with enjoyment. What is it like to play an instrument outside and not inside? She called it playing to the air.

Marie Schaeller tells why she takes her journey. She also shares her fears. It is important to remember she is taking this trip alone. She has the grace and inner knowledge to know when to move away from other travelers and when to return and enjoy their conversations again.

Oddly, the journey is not tiring. It is more like feeling tingles of excitement each time the book is picked up. There is the beauty of Niagara Falls. She also writes about a yellow fox not a red one. In flamed with curiosity there is a desire to find a photo or painting of this fox. Add into your dream chest a desire to visit Canada one day. Her words from Perhaps, the words from "Exploring Atlantic Canada..." will replay in your head.

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