I got up at dusk this morning and braved the morning fog to make it to church on time. I thought I was going to make it when I reached the Ottawa River Parkway trail, but it was longer than it looked on the map, and Leela's church was on the far side of town. I was exactly half an hour late for the start of the service, but just in time for the sermon.
Leela did a terrific job incorporating the story of Krishna into the difficulties the church has been having (without specifically alluding to them) and calling for more emotionality in their worship. I didn't formally announce my presence, but somehow the word got around, and a couple who live two days' ride down the road invited me to stay with them.
Leela and I loaded my trailer into the back of her car, and I met her at her apartment, which is just a few blocks from Parliament. Once I'd decompressed and showered, she took me out for poutine, which is a traditional Quebeqois meal of french fries with gravy and cheese curds -- very satisfying.