I was suffering from a food allergy my second and last day in Guanajuato when I chose a Japanese deli as my destination to get miso soup and white rice for lunch. Shortly after arriving, a woman arrived who looked like a foreigner. I forget whether she asked me a question about the menu or if I asked her where she was from but we struck up a conversation. Her name was Lyne and she was from Montréal. She retired a year or so ago and was traveling around Mexico for a few weeks. At times she traveled alone. Other times she met friends who were staying in the same cities as she. Lyne found that the balance of solitude alternating with socializing was the perfect way for her to travel.
She was an attorney who had represented labor unions of educational institutions. She said that about 35% of Canadian jobs were represented by labor unions unlike the low percentage of 12% in the US but it’s been a constant struggle to retain that percentage in the educational domain in which she’s worked.
Because of my Paris connection, I took note when Lyne mentioned that she is particularly close to a niece who has lived in Paris for more than 10 years, a wonderful reason to visit Paris often.
