My last day in Montreal and two things left on Lucie’s List: Saint Joseph’s Oratory and the Botanical Gardens. I leave my luggage with one of the Via Rail porters (they will store it and put it on the train for me), say goodbye to Lucie and head…
It’s hot. A top of 33C is forecast for Thursday. That’s not my kind of weather. In an effort to avoid the sun, I spent the morning running errands: doing laundry, posting stuff at the post office and going for a run (only on the shady streets). Even…
My second day in Montreal and I still haven’t quite comprehended what I have dubbed “The French Thing”. Everything is in French. Even the newspaper. My friend Lucie, who I am staying with, works near Old Montreal. Or as I like to call it, Paris 2.0. I spend…
Let me preface this by saying I am well aware of, and support, a person’s right to speak in any language they choose. But this is Canada. So why are you speaking in French?? This sentiment has been floating around in my head for two days now. I’m not frustrated…
Four days and four nights on a train. That’s a lot of time to stare out a window. The views from The Canadian were gorgeous…and here’s a little selection just for you. Read about my trip here.
I love me a good farmers’ market, so I was a tad excited to check out the Saskatoon Farmers’ Market. Fresh and local produce, home baking, and on May 19, lots of samples to try as part of Food Revolution. I got to Market Square at what I considered…
Rise and shine. The Saskatoon Farmers’ Market opened at 8 and I wanted to get there early. In my experience, the early bird gets the worm and the rest of the garden at such events. I shouldn’t have worried. My vision of trucks unloading stacks of vegetables still…
Even the promise of rain in the afternoon couldn’t drag me out of bed early. My busy few weeks, plus a restless night on the train, saw me sleep in and it was after noon when I left the house. With an umbrella in hand I headed to…
This is what greeted me as The Canadian pulled into Saskatoon at 8am on Thursday morning: Not a great start. As the local bus toured the outskirts before heading into the city centre, things didn’t get much better. Although thumbs up to the driver who let me ride…
After covering almost everything I wanted to see in Jasper that could be achieved on foot, on Wednesday I accepted an invitation to explore a few places that were out of reach of me and my hiking boots. My guide was Terry, a friend of my CouchSurfing hosts, who…