A lovely trip to Québec for Thanksgiving. It was very cold and snowy but we had a ball. We strolled the streets of Vieux-Québec. We swam in the heated outdoor pool. We marveled at the sumptuousness of the Chateau Frontenac. We rode the Funiculaire.
Coco proclaimed swimming in the pool her favorite thing. She jumped out of the water once or twice to jump in the snow. As you swim, you can look up at hotel rooms. People saw us and waved from their windows.
Most people spoke French with us. Larry did really well. I was rusty and, hours after checking in, wondered if I had said, “I am a reservation” to the front desk clerk instead of “I have a reservation.” I realized I mustn’t have because the front desk person would have switched immediately to English and she hadn’t.
We tried the Québecois delicacy “poutine” french fries smothered with gravy, cheese and a meat of your choosing: chicken ou hot dog, par example. O la la.
We traveled to the Ile d’Orleans and stopped at an orchard to buy cidre–an alcoholic apple cider–and the gentleman who sold it to us was so nice. As we were leaving, he loaded us up with some free apples.
Once we were back in les Étas-Unis, shocked to hear English instead of French, some guys who pulled into the Vermont gas station we had stopped at, told us there was a moose in a field a mile away. Off we went to see it. By the time we arrived, it had sat down but we could see it looking all around.
See us in the motherland here. Click on Québec!
