Today’s saying is En tout pays, il y a un lieue de mauvais chemin (ohn too pay-ee, eel ee ah uhn lyuh duh mow-veh shuh-mahn), which literally means “In every country, there is a league of bad roads.” We’d be more likely to say, “There will be bumps in the smoothest road” and we’d probably be talking about life rather than the highway. Today, however, this expression applied literally and figuratively in my life. I was driving home to Massachusetts after having picked up our daughter in Michigan for the Thanksgiving holiday.
We’d planned to stop along the way last night and finish up today, probably getting in after lunch. When we woke up this morning, it looked a whole lot more like Christmas than Thanksgiving. Huge flakes of snow were falling at a great rate. From what was on the ground, it had been snowing for a while. We set out, thinking that we’d be fine if we just reduced our speed, but it became clear that we were risking life and limb and that there were going to be a few hundred more leagues of bad roads. After three and a half fairly fraught hours and only a few leagues traveled, we pulled off the highway and checked into another hotel. When we get safely to Massachusetts tomorrow (we hope!), we’ll have another reason to be thankful.