I first visited Guelph over 20 years ago when I attended my first major
research conference. It was a very hot humid August, something which I
was not prepared for since I came from a much milder climate on the West
Coast (Vancouver, British Columbia). As a student, I couldn't afford to
stay in a place with air conditioning, and I had to do a lot of walking.
As I was dragging my sweat-soaked, salt-encrusted body down Gordon Street
from the University of Guelph to the downtown area, I remembered thinking
to myself, this must be what hell feels like, and that hell would have to
freeze over before I came back to this place.
And hell did freeze over, because the next time I came to Guelph, it was for a job
interview in December five years later, and the night-time temperatures were
near -20C (-4F). I no longer think of Guelph as hell, either the frozen type
or the boiling one, although in the midst of summer or the depths of winter, I
often think that it would be nicer to be somewhere else.... That's why I like
to travel, see places recently visited