Our last day of vacation was anything but relaxing, but in
an odd way, coming home is always a bit crazy. I would like to mention how much
we enjoyed Montreal and how we hope to go back regularly, but we often say that
about places we like. One thing Montreal has going in its favor is that it’s
close, and it’s a great place to practice French. Plus, they have hockey.
We were planning on staying in the city until our last day,
at which point we were going to have a leisurely drive home in time for UF and
my hockey game, but then a wrench was thrown into our plans. A good friend was
celebrating his birthday that day, and we were invited. He’s one of those cool,
socially conscious kids who didn’t want a present but instead asked us to bring
some food to donate to a charity. The party was going to be limited to good
friends, so our absence was going to be felt.
Truth be told, I got the invite the week prior to the party,
and we were scrambling to prepare for my in-laws visit, so it kind of fell by
the wayside. I couldn’t commit because I knew we were going away at some point,
and wasn’t sure of our itinerary. Putting it off, as usual, was a big mistake,
because by the time we were getting ready to leave for Montreal, we got a call
asking us if we were coming. We told them we were going out of town, but then
they changed the time of the party for us so we could make it. Of course we
said we’d be there, which meant we’d have to be wary of when we left Montreal.
On our last day in the city, we figured it would take about
three hours to get back home, which was off by about two hours. We were so
late, it was ridiculous. It didn’t help that we’d chosen the long way, thinking
it was shorter. It took us about two hours just to get out of Canada, and by
the time we’d even crossed the border, it was three o’clock, and the party was
supposed to end at 5:00. We basically had two hours to get from the Canadian
border to Dartmouth, which was a stretch. R, however, was up to the task, and
she burned rubber all the way home. I was in the passenger seat because of my
back, and in a way, that was good, because if I were the one driving that fast,
she would have berated me.
At some point we were kicking ourselves because we should
have just said that we couldn’t make it, we were going to be away. Now we had
to alter our plans and leave early, cutting short our stay in Montreal, and we
were also stressing out about getting home. We finally got home around 5:00PM,
and they were still hanging out and even delayed some of the festivities for
our benefit. It was nice, the kids were excited and had fun, and because we
were so late, it was short and sweet.
Not over, yet, of course. We then headed over to the UF
field where they had a great crowd of people, and I went home and got ready for
my hockey game. I was late, but not too late, though I missed UF, which is a
bummer. After my game, I jetted home, where A had made supper for she and her
brother, she’s such a good big sis, and then it was time for bed.
Nice to be home, though our trip back was nutty. Then again,
that’s the story of our lives, right?
Until the next time, thanks for reading, and thanks to Jery 'Riverman and iamTalking s t i c k
for the pics.
2 comments:
I have been to that place as well. Kids loved it there.
Dear PCS,
It is a cool place, isn't it? Thanks for stopping by and sharing your thoughts.
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