Earl of Switzerland
By the time he finally saw me, he was close enough to hug."Grandpa," I wrapped my arms around his big chest. "So good to see you. How was your flight?"
Grandpa loosened my grip, "Pas de problem," he said in French. Turning to the man beside him, he lifted his tweed cap.
The man waved back, "Nice to meet you Earl. Enjoy your holiday!"
‘Earl’ I thought. ‘I must have misunderstood. Grandpa’s name was Jacob.’ I reached for the suitcase. "We better get going. We have six hundred kilometers to drive," I said, heading towards the exit of the Vancouver International Airport.
Heavily favoring his left leg, he picked up my pace. "It is six hundred kilometers to Williams Lake?" he asked, stopped and pulled his cigar case from his inside jacket pocket. "And we are driving all the way today?" He lit his cigar, "That’s insane."
In Europe, when driving that many miles, you cross at least two countries.....
