Canada: land of poutine and genuinely kind people.We have encountered countless moments of sincere hospitality on this trip, but it hasn't been as deep or saturated as it has been here in the Great Maple state, as my mom likes to call it. For the last two days we have been in Yorkton, Saskatchewan spending time at the home of a young couple. They have welcomed us openly into their home, fed us yummy stews and soups, and let us raid their candy stash. They actually didn't even spend the night here as they were helping out some friends and babysitting their kids overnight while they went out of town on escape. They left us with the instructions : "eat whatever you want, do whatever you want." They are beautiful people.
They have brought wonderful conversation to the table along with the food and have told us "thank you" over and over again. This is where I get confused. Why are they thanking us? They have gone out of their way to host us and invite us. They are doing US the favor, not the other way around. We are intruding in on their lives to bring them a story that we believe is true and necessary of which I feel very strongly about. This is our call to action, yet they thank us for coming, time and time again.
It feels weird every single time to be thanked.
It truly is our pleasure.
Plus, we get to see things like this time and time again. We really should be thanking you.
I like the happy rock. Why exactly is it happy?
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