I am now in Ottawa. I am resting and healing back in my country. I am also becoming conscious of just how much I have done in the last year and a half.
On my way through Canadian customs the officer asked: "Have you been to any other countries in your time away from Canada"
"I have actually. Let me see. The US, England, France, Belgium, Holland, Germany, Italy, Slovenia, Croatia, and back to England and France again."
He looked up inquisitively: "And how did you get around?"
I smiled again: "Bicycle".
He didn't know quite what to say for the moment, then hastily waved me through.
Today walking my parent's dog around the block I met the neighbour. She speaks mainly French so we chit chatted about how everybody's doing. "Are you still painting and exposing?" She asked.
I smiled. "Yeah, I've been doing quite a lot of art lately in fact." I mentioned then how I had either shows or studios or comissions in New York City, Belgium, Amsterdam, Berlin and lastly my presentation in Paris.
"In French?" She asked.
I nodded. It struck me that my French immersion teachers would have been quite proud.