Sunday, July 20, 2008
Too Short a Trip To The Maritimes
I was told "One week is not long enough!" "You're not sooner here that you have to leave again!" Yep, my family was right. Too short a trip and not enough time to visit my relatives and friends but tons of pictures were taken though to cover every step of my journey.
The beginning of this trip started already late in Ontario by 40 min. I thought in Montreal it wouldn't be the same but w.r.o.n.g again. Not enough time to sit and have supper while waiting to take the other train. All in all, was late by almost 2 hrs. Even missed having breakfast with my sister and her daughter who so kindly had to wait all that time but they did go for breakfast - I don't blame them.
Cinthia who took her little puppy along for the ride. Chanelle is cute isn't she? Only 2 months old.
Before we head back to my hometown, we stop at Grande-Anse. If you want information, brochures, beautiful view, this is the place.
Lobster traps are not that big hahaha but this is a replica of how they look like.
Going to admire the beautiful view and breathing the fresh ocean air.
It's really really high up here! It was humid and misty. Better than having rain on my first visit home.
My sister is relaxing here. The chauffeur deserve a little break. (wink)
The first day after supper, my brother and I walk to town which is a good mile if not more.
Looking back over my shoulder I decided to take this picture of where I was born. The little village near the ocean.
There are a few of these nests near my hometown. Joy oh joy!!! It was my luck to capture the mother falcon coming back as the father wasn't far behind her.
There is an area in town near the water called "la passerelle" where you can walk for miles and miles.
There are stations where you can stop and admire the view while relaxing. It's so peaceful.
This summer, my whole family was home along with my aunt and her son from Montreal. This is a small gathering at the maternal home to chit chat and tease. Others are in the living room playing and laughing. We are all planning a get together at Line's house for Saturday night.
I should have taken pictures of the seven meat pies I made the second day I arrived. Because that's what I recall doing most, baking. Hahaha... phew!!!!!! And then, five rhubarb pies and two cakes.
Claudiane suggested that another rhubarb pie should be made for that party after tasting the one I just baked, meaning ME. I didn't hesitate to put her to the task as she doesn't bake at home lol......
The party is on the way. People are starting to arrive with food galore. Music in the background.
Two barbecues on the go.
There was dancing.
Cousins talking.
On Sunday it was the benediction of the boats.
Remembering lives lost at sea. This wreath is going to be thrown into the ocean.
What was also most important was to be with Mom. Cook with her, taste the familiar comfort food she makes so well, catch up on news, have cups of tea and coffee and eat pies together.
There is a kind of serenity being home. Is it being near the ocean? Being further East? Is it the ocean air? All I know is that one feels grounded.
The beginning of this trip started already late in Ontario by 40 min. I thought in Montreal it wouldn't be the same but w.r.o.n.g again. Not enough time to sit and have supper while waiting to take the other train. All in all, was late by almost 2 hrs. Even missed having breakfast with my sister and her daughter who so kindly had to wait all that time but they did go for breakfast - I don't blame them.
Cinthia who took her little puppy along for the ride. Chanelle is cute isn't she? Only 2 months old.
Before we head back to my hometown, we stop at Grande-Anse. If you want information, brochures, beautiful view, this is the place.
Lobster traps are not that big hahaha but this is a replica of how they look like.
Going to admire the beautiful view and breathing the fresh ocean air.
It's really really high up here! It was humid and misty. Better than having rain on my first visit home.
My sister is relaxing here. The chauffeur deserve a little break. (wink)
The first day after supper, my brother and I walk to town which is a good mile if not more.
Looking back over my shoulder I decided to take this picture of where I was born. The little village near the ocean.
There are a few of these nests near my hometown. Joy oh joy!!! It was my luck to capture the mother falcon coming back as the father wasn't far behind her.
There is an area in town near the water called "la passerelle" where you can walk for miles and miles.
There are stations where you can stop and admire the view while relaxing. It's so peaceful.
This summer, my whole family was home along with my aunt and her son from Montreal. This is a small gathering at the maternal home to chit chat and tease. Others are in the living room playing and laughing. We are all planning a get together at Line's house for Saturday night.
I should have taken pictures of the seven meat pies I made the second day I arrived. Because that's what I recall doing most, baking. Hahaha... phew!!!!!! And then, five rhubarb pies and two cakes.
Claudiane suggested that another rhubarb pie should be made for that party after tasting the one I just baked, meaning ME. I didn't hesitate to put her to the task as she doesn't bake at home lol......
The party is on the way. People are starting to arrive with food galore. Music in the background.
Two barbecues on the go.
There was dancing.
Cousins talking.
On Sunday it was the benediction of the boats.
Remembering lives lost at sea. This wreath is going to be thrown into the ocean.
What was also most important was to be with Mom. Cook with her, taste the familiar comfort food she makes so well, catch up on news, have cups of tea and coffee and eat pies together.
There is a kind of serenity being home. Is it being near the ocean? Being further East? Is it the ocean air? All I know is that one feels grounded.# posted by Delande @ 9:12 AM 
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