After Ottawa, we travelled to Quebec. It was a strange feeling for me, knowing that I could often be my family's soul means of communication with the fracophone population. But I found that the language came back relatively quickly, and I enjoyed talking with people, even in line at the grocery store. Everyone seemed to understand me with no problem, and I even got some comments on how well I spoke. :)

In Montreal, we stayed with Lenore Fletcher, a friend since my Rimouski days. We spent lots of time at the community pool, and were so thankful as we found the Montreal weather to be extremely hot. Lenore's son Jonah is a real dear, and got several ribbons at the swim-meet that we attended. It was nice to visit Old Montreal on our last morning there. The Notre Dame basilica was a highlight.

Our next stop was Quebec City, where we met up with Sylvain and Darcy and family again. It was great to see the same friends a week or so apart on this trip. Sylvain and his daughter Rachel took us to the walled Old City that first evening. It was really fun, as the Festival of New France was on, and there were many partiers dressed in medieval costumes. It seemed to fit so well with the cobblestone streets and the stone buildings that looked like they had come out of a medieval European village. We visited the old city several more time in the following days, as well as the Citadel, which is the star-shaped fortress which is part of the walled city. The Plains of Abraham was right beside the fortress, so the kids saw lots of sites from their Canadian history textbook from last year. We also visited the Museum of Civilization in Quebec City.

We took a quick trip north through forests and mountains, and eventually emerged over a hill to see flat farm land stretching for miles. This was the first time since leaving Alberta and Saskatchewan that we saw the crops of wheat, barley, and oats. We also saw corn, soy beans, sunflowers, and lots of hay being put up. The historic village of Val Jalbert was really interesting; it was an old pulp and paper town, set on a beautiful river with a spectacular waterfall.

After crossing to the south of the St Lawrence River, we met up with the parents of the family with whom I lived when I took my French course in Rimouski in 1987. It was so much fun visiting with them...as if 20 years hadn't passed since we last saw each other. We continued around the Gaspesie, and saw the sight where Jacques Cartier first landed on Canadian soil, in 1534. It fills me with awe to think about it. We continued to the famous Rocher Perce, which is a giant rock with a whole in it, just off the coast. When the tide is out, people can walk out to the huge rock, but when the tide is up the rock is well into the water. We suffered our worst weather at Rocher Perce as we camped on the cliff; the wind and rain were bad enough to close some of the local highways and caused a home of slide down a slope (killing one person). We were sure worried during the night as the wind rocked the motorhome. Thankfully the wind died down the next day, and we were able to continue on our trip.

Yesterday, we just crossed into New Brunswick. We stayed at Sugarloaf Provincail Park last night. It is located at the local ski hill, and has something called an Alpine Slide. This is a small version of a luge run that is used during the summer with sleds on rollers. Allan and I tried it once and it was a lot of fun. We got passes for the kids to go down the run, and that kept them busy for hours. They had a hoot!

We are presently at what is known as the Acadian Peninsula in New Brunswick, and still French is the language used in the community. In a few days or so we hope to go to Prince Edward Island, so I guess our Maritime experience is about to really begin.