And much like when I picked Marc up from the airport in vancouver after his trip to Europe. We hugged the longest biggest hug.... It had been 5 weeks since I had seen him.
I have never been this far east before, and was quite excited to see this great city everyone speaks so highly of. I heard over and over again, how beautiful it was, how nice the people are, and how great the food is. And one person said, *sigh* its soooo romantic there.... So the day I arrived, Marc took me on a little tour of the city. We drove into the old part of Quebec and it was, I think better than I had imagined... but of course as beautiful as I was told it was. narrow cobblestone streets and old stone buildings, views of the river, the lit up ferry and castle on the hillside. We went into a restaurant, had some tea and rice pudding... mmmm... took a little evening stroll through the streets, and had some artist stop us for a poem and characture of us. Marc held me in his jacket to keep me warm. It really IS romantic! :D The evening was the most perfect way to start this new little adventure of mine.
Marc drove us home where his family was waiting with a beautifully prepared meal compliments of his father, whose cooking I heard so much about. But this meal was special... it was prepared with tofu, in place of the meat that was usually used in the sauce topped on the pesto spaghetti. I was honoured and delighted to have such dinner prepared with me in mind. He had never cooked with tofu before, but did such a great job. I met his parents, sister and three cats. They are all so kind, and spoke the little bit of english they know, to me. Its nice, since I feel bad Im the idiot that showed up not knowing any french :( I love this family already.
The next day, Marc took me to a brilliant waterfall. It was a little cold, but the lengthy set of stairs leading up to the suspension bridge over the falls worked at warming us up. I tried to play tough guy, but really I died about a quarter of the way up. I watched the water fall from the top looking down over the edge of the bridge and admired the consistant patterns and colours it made each time hitting specific places over the rocks. And was intrigued, as usual, by how rapidly it falls as one large entity all tied together stumbling over the edge, but as individual drops, moving in seemingly slow motion as it sprays upwards and outwards. Yes, this is what I am thinking about when looking at a waterfall. Then I thought what if the waterfall I slipped down in Cawston was one this big..... uuhhhhhggg., Then I wondered how long I would have to stand there watching to see one of the fallen logs shoot over the edge and collect at the bottom right like the rest of them had. How often does that happen, does someone eventually clean up all the logs and let them collect again. or maybe not and they have really been there since god knows when. so really there is know way to know how often one may float down the river and down the falls. So standing there waiting wasnt really an option I decided. Enough of my nonsense and back to reality... the reality of having to walk back down all the stairs I just walked up.... But this time taking an alternate route getting closer to the base of the falls (and the collection of logs evidently) and getting soaked with cold but oh so refreshing river water. And ruining my moccasins by stepping into a puddle. Which I so tried to avoid on the way up....
We finished the night off with my first poutine since I had gotten there. How did I make it almost three day without one, I dont know. Not a typical poutine but fancy gourmet style DUCK poutine.... so delightful...mmmm..... This was suppose to be the beginning of a movie date, but eventually figured out that I wont understand any of the movies... so... we just went home and watched Tim Burtons 'Big Fish'. As well as the kitten trying to attack the flying bee on the dvd menu screen. Yet another perfect day.
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