The Beautiful Blend of Language, Culture, and Nature

A New Brunswick road

There’s something extraordinary about cycling through this part of the world. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what it is, but it has a lot to do with riding through southern Quebec, which feels like a country of its own. Crossing the border into New Brunswick reveals a region where many people speak French as their first language. As we ride further south into New Brunswick, English becomes the primary language. This transition also reflects changes in architecture, food, and lifestyle. It’s amazing to witness such cultural shifts within just a few miles. This journey has deepened my appreciation for the gifts of bilingualism and biculturalism, as well as the peaceful coexistence that exists here.

The Nackawic Big Axe Bed and Breakfast where we are staying tonight.

One thing that hasn’t changed is the wildness and purity of nature. The experience here often reminds me of our ride through Patagonia. In some ways, it feels even wilder, especially when gazing out at the vast landscapes and diverse flora and fauna. Today, we rode 50 miles along quiet roads that followed the shoreline of the Saint John River. The bright, vibrant green landscape, combined with the almost hypnotic sounds of birds and water, guided us into Nackawic, New Brunswick, where we're spending the night. It was yet another spectacular day, filled with a deep sense of gratitude and appreciation for all that surrounds us. — Matawaska