Terri and Peter's RV Adventures

But then there’s the people. A vast majority have bright white skin, flushed pink cheeks from the day’s warmth, blue eyes, and grey or blonde shoulder length hair with gentle, wavy curls. They are uniformly nice. Nice. Nice. Nice. Friendly, cheerful, kind, gentle, and slower moving than most of their US counterparts. It’s almost unbelievable. But it is what we’re experiencing.

This morning, our next door camping neighbors, Rose and Garth, were a godsend. No details required but I had another infection looming. Rose is a retired nurse and gave me a phone number and instructions for getting a nurse practitioner to assess me and provide an antibiotic. No hours long wait in another hospital emergency room. I called the pharmacy. They asked questions. And a few hours later, I picked up my prescription in the little hamlet of Kensington. Yes, I drove from Cavendish to Kensington. See what I mean? And I can’t count the number of streets that begin with “St.” Street signs indicate a warning to look for “church traffic” on Sunday mornings. Where I live, there’s a church on every corner. I’ve never seen a sign like that.

We also had other pressing life issues to deal with, even though we’re living in an All Creatures Great and Small world: the truck needs an oil change after about 6,000 miles since we left home. That’s tomorrow. And, I decided to change our next camping reservation from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, which would have required a backtracking of hundreds of miles. Instead, we’re heading to the east end of Prince Edward Island, only 50 miles away. Much more relaxing. I guess if we want to drive the Cabot Trail in Nova Scotia, we’ll have to come back. This is called maturity, for me, rather than squeezing everything out of a trip. As much as we’re enjoying this island, I’m sure we’ll be very happy at this Provincial park.

The one hiccup that occurred, and I’ll spend very little time on it, was an interaction with a couple from Massachusetts one campsite over from us. It started with tossing balls with Lily. Then, one of them asked, “What do you think about what’s going on in LA?” It quickly became clear that we were on opposite ends of the political spectrum. I tried to stay even handed but firm in my beliefs even though the man made multiple swipes at me for coming from California, watching CNN and finally, the coup de tat, for believing in vaccines vs. ivermectin. When the woman brought out her pamphlet on the globalization takeover theory in which George Soros and Bill Gates each have their own chapter, I politely thanked them for the conversation and moved on. This is the only edgy, heart pounding, blood pressure raising conversation I’ve had on this trip. Everyone else has shared my views. It was clear that no one was going to change their mind during that exchange. It was time to move on and enjoy the blue skies and the steady rhythm of the North Atlantic Ocean lapping onto the shore.Best to get back to the beauty of this place.

Tonight, we went to Charlottetown for dinner. It’s a youthful city with beautiful parks, a boardwalk along the harbor.

We’re staying in touch with the happenings but only through reading. I prefer life in All Creatures Great and Small.