A lady named Karen picked us up from the Calgary airport – which, by the way, is home to much friendlier custom agents than the Toronto airport.  (No cavity search this time.) Karen works for Compassion International Canada.  Let’s call her Compassion Canada Karen for the duration of this post shall we? Eh?  Just for alliteration’s sake.

Compassion Canada Karen is now officially one of my favorite Compassion employees ever anywhere in the world.  For a few reasons.  Firstly, she fed me.  She paid the check.  I like this in a person.

Secondly, Compassion Canada Karen laughs at my jokes.  This I also like in a person.

Thirdly, she taught us a lot about Canada, like, for starters, Canadians don’t have to pull their teeth out with pliers, however, Alberta’s government will not pay for a citizen’s eye exam under its universal healthcare system.  It will buy you a sex change operation.  Good to know.  And, also, there are four political parties. And Canada is its own country but somehow still connected to the Queen of England. And Canadians eat both Canadian bacon and the yummy bacon too.  Canadians call all fizzy drinks “pop.” Quebec is weird. Also, Canadians pay a lot of taxes: as much as 50%.  Canada has a military with real guns and stuff and Canadians are angry at America for stealing their hockey players.  These last two facts are not related to one another.  I don’t think.

Fourthly, Compassion Canada Karen drove us an hour and a half to a small vowel-deficient town called Banff.  Through lots of mountains.  Not what Tennesseans call mountains.  Real mountains.  Lots of ‘em.  Stunning mountains.

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It was the perfect time of day for a drive.

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The sun was low in the sky.

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Everything looked painted.  Too colorful to be real.

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Once in Banff, we stopped at a gift shop/cafe and noted the irony of selling swimsuits emblazoned with hockey team logos.

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And then noted the irony of a swimming pool on top of a snow-covered mountain.  Is that irony or just weird?  Or just painful?  Someone call Alanis.

Anyway, no work today.  Just a lot of flying and driving. Busy day tomorrow though: I’ll speak at three church services and then play a concert and hang out with Karen a lot more.  I hope.