Monday, June 30, 2008
Canada: Day 7
This time we traveled west across Canada instead of going south through the New England states. So, we got to see more of Canada this way including all kinds of French signs. Our waitress at breakfast did a great job of speaking English, but you could tell it wasn’t her first language. We stopped for a few hours in the old walled in city of Quebec and had lunch there. Before we ate lunch we decided to walk around the city and take in the sites. Everywhere you looked, it was beautiful. It was as if everything was calling out, “take my picture!” The old buildings were three or more stories high and simply stunning.It was a rainy and overcast day but we were still surprised to be caught in the middle of a downpour. There were a few thunder claps and strikes of lightening, but the
rain left the biggest imprint on my memory. The roads became a river before our very eyes. We eventually found a tunnel to duck into and shortly after that the water began backing into the tunnel. Our feet were soaked and our pants were drenched half way up to our chins. Poor Leandra was just soaked clear through everywhere because she didn’t have an umbrella. She did have a rain jacket, but alas, it didn’t serve the very purpose of its existence. I offered to share my umbrella, but she didn’t think it necessary at the time. And then the downpour was on us too quickly to react in time. The city was celebrating their 400th anniversary. It seems we had a knack for joining in on anniversary celebrations unintentionally.
After our three hour stay in the Old City of Quebec, we hit the road again and popped in Anne of Avonlea. I’ve seen it several times, but it’s still just as good as it always was. I came to the conclusion that Megan Follows plays Anne better than anyone else. It just comes naturally to her.
That night we went to bed knowing it would be a bright and early morning as we were due to cross the U.S. border at 4:30 a.m. And cross at 4:30 a.m. we did. Of course, getting into the U.S. was much more difficult than getting into Canada. They asked us to get off the bus in a single file line with our passports in hand. So, all 35 of us dragged our greasy selves out of bed and traipsed into the building in our PJs. I’m sure it was quite an entertaining site, although I find it hard to believe the security guards had a humorous bone in their bodies at all. The only facial expression they wore was a solemn look of intimidation. Thankfully we all made it through without any complications. We were scared for Leandra for a few minutes as we watched the security personnel take her passport and walk it way back into another part of the building. Apparently she had asked if they had stamps there. His response was only a grim look until he walked away and then came back with her passport stamped. She was a little nervous there for a bit as were we all. But dog gone it she got her stamp! We were thankful for the bathroom break as well…any bathroom other than the one on the bus was wonderful.
rain left the biggest imprint on my memory. The roads became a river before our very eyes. We eventually found a tunnel to duck into and shortly after that the water began backing into the tunnel. Our feet were soaked and our pants were drenched half way up to our chins. Poor Leandra was just soaked clear through everywhere because she didn’t have an umbrella. She did have a rain jacket, but alas, it didn’t serve the very purpose of its existence. I offered to share my umbrella, but she didn’t think it necessary at the time. And then the downpour was on us too quickly to react in time. The city was celebrating their 400th anniversary. It seems we had a knack for joining in on anniversary celebrations unintentionally.After our three hour stay in the Old City of Quebec, we hit the road again and popped in Anne of Avonlea. I’ve seen it several times, but it’s still just as good as it always was. I came to the conclusion that Megan Follows plays Anne better than anyone else. It just comes naturally to her.
That night we went to bed knowing it would be a bright and early morning as we were due to cross the U.S. border at 4:30 a.m. And cross at 4:30 a.m. we did. Of course, getting into the U.S. was much more difficult than getting into Canada. They asked us to get off the bus in a single file line with our passports in hand. So, all 35 of us dragged our greasy selves out of bed and traipsed into the building in our PJs. I’m sure it was quite an entertaining site, although I find it hard to believe the security guards had a humorous bone in their bodies at all. The only facial expression they wore was a solemn look of intimidation. Thankfully we all made it through without any complications. We were scared for Leandra for a few minutes as we watched the security personnel take her passport and walk it way back into another part of the building. Apparently she had asked if they had stamps there. His response was only a grim look until he walked away and then came back with her passport stamped. She was a little nervous there for a bit as were we all. But dog gone it she got her stamp! We were thankful for the bathroom break as well…any bathroom other than the one on the bus was wonderful.
Jamie at 8:18 PM
