We just got back from Montreal where we spent the long weekend with our daughter and her family. We had a wonderful trip.
The boys, 14, 12, and 10 are busy, busy, busy with hockey – practices and games – and their parents are just as busy driving them to various rinks and picking them up again. My husband was even recruited to do a bit of driving. Fortunately we know Montreal well enough to find our way around quite well.
On Saturday evening we took the boys out to Ste. Anne de Bellevue, which is at the western end of the island of Montreal. Carla and her sister Monica lived there when they were in their early twenties and it was nice to revisit. We walked along the boardwalk of the little canal which is lined with restaurants and pubs. There were amazing yachts moored there and some of the owners were eating dinner on the outdoor patios while others were dining on their boats.
Grandpa found an ice cream shop still open on the mail street and we sat eating ice cream. Outside. After dark. In October. In Canada.
On Sunday morning we went south of the city to Rougemont to pick apples. Carla and Vinny go to an orchard owned and operated by Cistercian nuns who also sell their jellies, honey, and cheeses in a little shop. It was sunny and warm and I know the boys ate five or six apples each and I ate four! There’s nothing like it.
When we got home Carla and I started to prepare the turkey dinner, but there was a little hitch. Hockey. All three boys had hockey and all at different times and all at different rinks. We didn’t get to eat until 9:00 p.m. The turkey was moist and delicious and we all enjoyed the meal. Carla’s apple crisp made with apples picked that day was the perfect ending to the meal.
The next day, John and I left for home at 7 a.m. and were home by noon. We drove to a little town called Port Perry in the afternoon and walked along the edge of Lake Skugog. People were out picnicking wearing shorts and T-shirts and we even saw some children in the water.
The colours were spectacular on our drive home and we enjoyed every moment. I hope we can remember this weekend in the middle of winter and that it will warm us up, just a little.