For most of 2008, while my home address might have said “Toronto”, I would find myself sleeping 800 kilometres away in Quebec City. Everywhere I went, most people spoke French and even I found myself speaking it better than I … Continue reading Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Action in Quebec
I’m really enjoying Cee’s photo challenges, and this one’s no exception. The Which Way photo challenge is to “[capture] the roads, walks, trails, rails, steps, signs, etc. we move from one place to another on.” This week’s photo is of Chambly Canal – one of the connections between Lake Champlain in Vermont and the St. Lawrence River (and onward to either the Great Lakes or the Atlantic Ocean). We are looking south at this point toward Vermont. I’ve biked along the towpath for this one twice, once in 2011 when riding from Toronto to Quebec City and again, when I … Continue reading Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge: Back to Vermont
This week’s contribution to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge takes me back to Quebec City. In 2008, I spent nearly a year on a work-related assignment in Quebec City. An assignment like that gave me the chance to really explore the … Continue reading Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Barns or Any Dilapidated Buildings
Today’s daily prompt, “Churn” makes me think of churning water – which took me back to a trip I took with Daegan almost three years ago. Daegan and I wake up on a July morning and though we have a … Continue reading A Bike Trip Through Quebec
Hindi was not the first non-English language I tried to learn. Not long after we moved to Canada I really was done with visiting the US (and to be honest, I wouldn’t be heartbroken if I were never sent there again – sorry, fellow Americans) but with a US passport I was a great candidate for my company to send to the states as I don’t need a visa to work there – I just show up. I thought perhaps if I learned to speak French I could be sent to work on projects in our Quebec office. I started … Continue reading Experiences Learning my Second Language
The time had come, or maybe it was overdue for us to go back home to Canada. We started our day off with the hotel’s continental breakfast – pretty limited for fueling what would be the longest day of any tour I’d ever done. I had four slices of peanut butter toast and then a bagel with some more peanut butter besides and washed it down with lots of coffee. Fueled up, we got on our bikes and headed out in to one of the most perfect days for cycling we’d yet experienced. Moderate temperatures, light wind, and dazzlingly beautiful … Continue reading Ride Day 5 – or was it 5, 6, and 7?