With just a month in Montreal, I wasn't expecting anything in me to change. But I have changed.
Muscle wise, I am just stronger and certainly more confident of my balance. Walking on ice and snow and hiking up and down hills along with yoga have made hip pain vanish. These photos were taken on the day that I likely walked seven miles including this wonderful hike up, across and down Mont Royal with Diane, my Women Welcome Women friend.
|Top of Mont Royal|
|I started somewhere near those buildings earlier in the day.|
I'm more certain that I could learn a new language. Little by little I recognize more words and have more courage to order in French when I can. Samantha took me to a little tiny, very colorful corner restaurant to try poutin. This is a famous French Canadian meal of french fries, gravy and cheddar cheese curds. Patati Patata double fries the fries and uses fresh organic cheddar curds. $5!
|Wins for Most Colorful!|
|So tiny, seats only a dozen people!|
Curiosity pays off. I am ever conscious of the brevity of my time here. Having spotted an interesting building on the side of Mont Royal, I made a note to find a way up to see it closer. Diane indulged me after just having walked miles and miles up and over Mont Royal. We headed back up the hill on a narrow road and had the good fortune of finding this colorful back side of an otherwise nondescript stone building. It is a medical facility of some sort. My eye seems more willing to look for the unexpected.
|Ingenious use of color.|
I have lived in a number of big cities, but Montreal is really quite special. Two Metros and one bus away and one can get to the rapids on the Saint Laurence River. We walked the length of the rapids on a narrow spit of land bounded by ponds of a wildlife sanctuary. These rapids caused problems for trade further inland until a canal was built and the railroad arrived.
I was surprised to see evidence of beaver, one of the staples of the fur trade of the 1600's and 1700's. I am sure they were likely hunted to almost extinction.
The rapids were moving at a frightening speed. Along the path were metal plaques with quotes by early explorers. Their names were previously associated in my head with history books, not any more. My love of history is returning.