When you’ve seen enough museums, castles, and churches. When your feet are killing you and you can’t access Google Maps because the battery on your phone has died. When the clouds open up and you left your umbrella in the hotel…
Something familiar. Some place that’s just like home.
Don’t think I don’t see the irony here.
We pack our bags and hit the road because we want to see new, different, other — and then all we want is the same old, same old.
Because being a stranger in a strange land is exhausting. Also interesting, exciting, and amazing, but it fries the brain.
For most North Americans, that little bit of home is a Starbucks or if we’re really desperate a McDonald’s. For Canadians though, nothing says home like Tim’s.
In Belfast, a block or two away from their incredibly beautiful city hall … could it be? Nah. No way, not here.
But, yes. There it was, as Canadian as the Maple Leaf — Tim Hortons in Northern Ireland.
Did I go in?
Two words for you — French Vanilla 🙂