Oakville
Or should I say Bubbleville? Located some 30 km west of Toronto, Oakville warms your heart with its movie style suburban utopia - clean streets decorated with exuberant flower compositions, beautiful houses with welcoming porches, cheerful people greeting you at every corner, ready to make a joke to make you smile or lend a helping hand. Squirrels hop through driveways and scurry through trees, leisurely wind from the lake rustles the tree leaves, even the waves slide over the rocks around the peer in the slow motion befitting the last lazy summer days. All inhabitants - human or otherwise - seem genuinely wholeheartedly fairy-tale happy. Can this really be? To your average European this level of perfection seems ever so suspicious. We tend to doubt extra smiles and extended non-rhetorical questions about how our days are going. I do wonder though - aren’t we missing the sunshine while we are busy looking for an ulterior motive? Maybe there is, maybe there isn’t but maybe you should just enjoy it for what it is - a bubble of sunshine away from the big city. Now if you will excuse me, I am off to reply to that smiling squirrel how my day is going so far.
