One of the nicest discoveries we made during our Gaspe trip a couple of months ago is the widespread recognition among the Gaspesians of the type of vehicle we drove.� When camping in the U.S. and checking into a campground it's always a struggle trying to get the attendant to realize that it is a Volkswagen camper.� They must have seen thousands of these things, but don't know how to categorize them.� "Is it an RV? No, too little to be a real RV. Is it a van? Naw, it's more than a van.� Class B?"� Etc.
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But the first time we rolled into one�of the Gaspe's many municipal campgrounds and expecting the same drill I was delighted when the young lady said, "Oh, a Westfahlia," with that charming pronunciation.� She (and nearly everyone else we ran into) knew EXACTLY what it was and she nodded in approval at our compact conveyance with�its small footprint and she seemed genuinely happy that we'd driven it all that way just to see her, which I guess we really had.� Made the whole trip even better.
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Stephen