Home Again, Home Again (Jiggety-Jig)
If you are of a certain age, you will recall the lines from the poem ‘To market, To market’ and the ‘jiggety-jig’ joy of returning home. As I’ve written many times before (certainly each time after I go away), travel is a marvellous experience, but that feeling of coming home might rival it. And one can never fully appreciate that ‘coming home’ feeling unless you’ve left it for a while, and preferably been in another culture, surrounded by a foreign language, a different rhythm and way of life. And then – a homecoming, that familiarity that wraps itself around you like a hug, that voice in your head that whispers: This is home, I belong here. I often get sentimental when the plane circles over Toronto, preparing to land. This time it was a bit different, because I flew via Montreal, to Spain and back. And when my Madrid-Montreal plane approached the airport, I recognized no landmarks below me, and that spark of familiar love didn’t fully ignite. The plane from Montreal to Toront...
