I don't remember what has happened since I last updated!
Um. We went on a picnic at Mont Royal, it was a really long and beautiful walk to the top of the little mountain. The others mocked my fear of squirrels dropping out of the trees to try to steal our food, but allowed the move from a table to the grass away from the trees. Later we visited the cross on the peak. At night the cross lights up and can be seen across the city.
Another night we went and saw David O'Doherty perform as part of the Just For Laughs comedy festival. That was Thursday, I think, because on Friday Jason and I stayed here in Longueiul. There is some knd of festival happening in the main street here. We danced to Cuban music and browsed markets and ate seafood in a nice cafe. Pretty much it was just a nice, low-key date, just the two of us, while Claire, Dane and Maddy went and saw a band in the city.
During summer in Montreal, fireworks are let off the Jacques-Cartier bridge twice a week, on Wednesday and Saturday nights. We'd been going to go see them on Wednesday, but they were rained out and we ended up spending the evening in a karaoke bar in the gay district instead. Last night was our last opportunity to see the fireworks before we leave for New York, so we went down to the Old Port and watched the fireworks. They played classical music along with the fireworks, to heighten the experience, except all the music was movie scores, which made it kind of hilarious. The fireworks are also themed. Last nights were China themed, which meant lots of Olympic-ring inspired fireworks. After we went for poutine with a Montrealer friend of Maddy's who knows all the good places.
On Sundays there is percussion in the Mont-Royal park, which we had been planning to attend today, but we woke up to pouring rain so that's off and instead we are sitting around Anik's house in Longueiul watching CNN.
Next stop: New York!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
so meet us there, if you wanna change the world with us
We are in Canada! The night we arrived we stayed at the fanciest hotel I've ever stayed in. It was for my birthday, one night only. Jason had a birthday surprise for me: he took me to the Old Port area of Montreal and we walked along the docks (going through customs took 2 hours so we didn't have enough time to do much there, but just walking was lovely), then we went to a very posh Italian restaurant that Jay had chosen because it had a reputation for excellent risotto (my favourite). We got back to the hotel and found they'd left a slice of cake and chocolates for us. Whether it was because it was my birthday, or because they knew it was our honeymoon, is uncertain, but either way they were delicious and rich and nom nom nom.
On Sunday we checked out of the hotel, put our bags in lockers at the train station and wandered around Old Montreal. We went to a museum and saw a couple of exhibitions, one of how the evolution of women's clothing is linked to social change, one of modern Inuit sculpture, one of portraits of Montrealers from the last few hundred years. We also stopped for poutine and beer at Peel Pub before heading down to the Grand Bibliotheque where we met up with Maddy and Dane and Claire.
Maddy, having contacts all over the world, had managed to wangle it so we're crashing on the floor at the home of a family friend while we're in Montreal, which is very generous of the friend, and nicely budget-friendly for us.
I thought it would cooler in Canada, being so far north and all, but it is 33 today. We've fallen into the routine of sleeping most of the morning away and going out in the later afternoon when it's cooler.
Last night we went for poutine in the Latin Quarter. Today's plan is op-shopping and a picnic at Mont Royal. Tomorrow, who knows. It's weird to think in a few weeks I'll be back in Australia, wearing scarves and coats to keep out the cold. I like summer.
On Sunday we checked out of the hotel, put our bags in lockers at the train station and wandered around Old Montreal. We went to a museum and saw a couple of exhibitions, one of how the evolution of women's clothing is linked to social change, one of modern Inuit sculpture, one of portraits of Montrealers from the last few hundred years. We also stopped for poutine and beer at Peel Pub before heading down to the Grand Bibliotheque where we met up with Maddy and Dane and Claire.
Maddy, having contacts all over the world, had managed to wangle it so we're crashing on the floor at the home of a family friend while we're in Montreal, which is very generous of the friend, and nicely budget-friendly for us.
I thought it would cooler in Canada, being so far north and all, but it is 33 today. We've fallen into the routine of sleeping most of the morning away and going out in the later afternoon when it's cooler.
Last night we went for poutine in the Latin Quarter. Today's plan is op-shopping and a picnic at Mont Royal. Tomorrow, who knows. It's weird to think in a few weeks I'll be back in Australia, wearing scarves and coats to keep out the cold. I like summer.
Friday, July 4, 2008
maybe WE don't believe in YOU.
It's 4th of July, and I'm in Roswell. We're here for the UFO festival, though, unfortunately, the most exciting part of it is tomorrow (the alien parade!), which is the day we fly out to Montreal.
Tomorrow is also my birthday. Jason has some kind of suprise planned for the evening and has been sneaking around arranging things. I tried to guess what it was, but the only thing I could weasel out of him was that it's somewhere between roller skating and McDonalds. What does that even MEAN?
The last time I updated we were in Flagstaff trying to work out how to get to the Grand Canyon. Well, we got there, and it was amazing. We did a walk around the rim (only a tiny way, of course, that thing is huge!) but didn't go down into it at all because Jason was scared. We saw squirrels and condors and deer and a raccoon but no mountain lions.
Flagstaff was a fantastic town too, I should add. It has this laid-back, hippiy kind of vibe to it, and the bead shop there was fantastic. While we were wandering around looking for somewhere to get dinner on our last night there, we stumbled across a parade of locals who were marching to show their support for two young men who were beaten up the previous weekend during the Flagstaff mardi gras.
Our journey from Phoenix to El Paso was one of the most miserable experiences of my life. The over night bus broke down and we spent seven hours waiting for another, plus a couple of the passangers got drunk and abusive and were arrested. There's more, but I cried so much during the trip that I don't really feel like bringing up memories of it again incase I cry some more.
We've given up on the Greyhound. We're not riding it again, EVER. I won't give the full list of terrible things that have happened on the Greyhound, but let's just say there hasn't been a single bustrip without incident. We caught a TAXI from El Paso to Roswell. The driver gave us a good deal though, and the trip was so easy and relaxing.
Yesterday was our first full day here in Roswell. The UFO fest has begun, but it's mostly panels of UFOlogists and authors giving talks so far. If the buses are running today, we'll head back into town to attend a few and maybe buy one of the obnoxious souvenir t-shirts from one of the millions of tourist-oriented stores on Main St.
Tomorrow is also my birthday. Jason has some kind of suprise planned for the evening and has been sneaking around arranging things. I tried to guess what it was, but the only thing I could weasel out of him was that it's somewhere between roller skating and McDonalds. What does that even MEAN?
The last time I updated we were in Flagstaff trying to work out how to get to the Grand Canyon. Well, we got there, and it was amazing. We did a walk around the rim (only a tiny way, of course, that thing is huge!) but didn't go down into it at all because Jason was scared. We saw squirrels and condors and deer and a raccoon but no mountain lions.
Flagstaff was a fantastic town too, I should add. It has this laid-back, hippiy kind of vibe to it, and the bead shop there was fantastic. While we were wandering around looking for somewhere to get dinner on our last night there, we stumbled across a parade of locals who were marching to show their support for two young men who were beaten up the previous weekend during the Flagstaff mardi gras.
Our journey from Phoenix to El Paso was one of the most miserable experiences of my life. The over night bus broke down and we spent seven hours waiting for another, plus a couple of the passangers got drunk and abusive and were arrested. There's more, but I cried so much during the trip that I don't really feel like bringing up memories of it again incase I cry some more.
We've given up on the Greyhound. We're not riding it again, EVER. I won't give the full list of terrible things that have happened on the Greyhound, but let's just say there hasn't been a single bustrip without incident. We caught a TAXI from El Paso to Roswell. The driver gave us a good deal though, and the trip was so easy and relaxing.
Yesterday was our first full day here in Roswell. The UFO fest has begun, but it's mostly panels of UFOlogists and authors giving talks so far. If the buses are running today, we'll head back into town to attend a few and maybe buy one of the obnoxious souvenir t-shirts from one of the millions of tourist-oriented stores on Main St.
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