Didn’t sleep too well. Went to bed at 11:30 and woke up at 6. Suck.
We had breakfast with Daniel and Petra again. Pleasant folk, they are. Monsieur Petite is a cute little beggar. He would put his paws on my leg while standing on his hind legs, repeat the same thing on the other side, and then pop his head up right between my legs (crotch). Made it look like I was giving birth to a poodle. Daniel saw it and about fell on the floor laughing.
As we were still pooped from yesterday, we decided to relax the schedule a bit. We will not overdue the walking! Decided to go to Olympic Park.
We took the subway a couple stops as the Park was very close to the B&B, so it didn’t take long. The Olympic stadium is HUGE. It is the tallest inclined tower in the world. Montreal residents seem to be proud of that fact, however I don’t think anyone outside of Quebec knows about it. Also, the Olympics were held here in 1976 and were just paid off a few years ago. Nothing like taking 30 years to pay off an event that was held for 2 weeks! (side note: Anchorage is forming an exploratory committee to host the Winter Olympics. Please, for all that is sensible and right in this world, be against it. Anchorage does not need to go a quadrillion dollars in debt).
After the Games, the velodrome (where bike races were held) was turned into a biodome. We thought it might be interesting, so we went inside. Admission too expensive. We kept walking.
Went to see about taking the elevator to the top of the tower. Too expensive. Looked around the building. Discovered a pool one floor down. We were looking through glass in the ceiling so the occupants of the pool were not aware that we were observing. And this is where one of the most amusing things of the trip happened.
We watched swimming lessons for little kids.
There were 8 or 9 of them probably ages 5/6 all holding on to the edges of a floating mat. Most for dear life. Their parents were holding on to their legs. Most of them didn’t like it. I’m sure it’s not funny to those of you who have kids, but it was to me. My lessons as a kid came flooding back. They were not pleasant. At all. Especially the part where I did NOT want to jump into the deep end and that Nazi swim instructor picked me up, walked me down to the end, and THREW me in.
And my Mom watched the whole thing happen. I AM SCARRED FOR LIFE, MOM!
If I was a kid taking lessons right then, I probably would have joined as a terrified participant.
Afterward, we walked to the botanical gardens, but as spring hadn’t yet sprung, we had to play pretend to see the flowers. I liked to look at a patch of dirt and say “this sure is future beautiful!” Didn’t really work that well. Lots of laughs between John, Deborah, and me.
We came across the “Chinese Garden” complete with pagodas. As we sat down to take a break, we saw a little boy across the pond perched on a rock splashing in the water. Really close to the water. Precariously close. I had my camera poised for an action shot just as the kid fell in. Unfortunately, it never happened. It would have been awesome.
My feet and legs were sore by this point. J&D wanted to see an IMAX movie, so we took the subway downtown. I decided not to go, so I headed off to get something to eat. As there wasn’t a big selection of restaurants in the area, I got on the subway and headed a couple stops north to see if there might be more of a selection.
I exited and started walking. Saw a sign hanging from a lamp post that said “Homophobie”. Hmmm. Interesting. Kept walking. Saw 2 guys talking to each other uncomfortably close. Very interesting. Walked past a bondage shop. It hits me. I have stumbled upon the “Gay Village” of Montreal. Didn’t plan to come here! But in any case, kept walking.
I found a restaurant and had the most terrible, horrible nachos ever. It was like someone took tortilla chips, dumped Pace picante on, then tomato sauce, some chicken, and a few peppers. Absolutely terrible. Why in the world did I get nachos someplace where they have French cooking? I don’t understand myself.
Afterward, I headed back to the B&B and took a nap. J&D arrived and we went to a French restaurant around the corner. Great dinner. The waiter didn’t speak English (although I highly suspect he really did), and Deborah did a fantastic job with translating.
All in all, it was a superb trip. I hope to be able to meet J&D again soon in another location. Thanks, guys!
John and Deborah
Swim lessons from hell
It’s got me!
I’m a giant!
At zee French dinner
Daniel, Petra, Deborah, Monsieur Petite
At the B&B