Parlez vous francais?
Trip Start May 15, 2008
70Trip End Jul 13, 2008
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After refreshing showers and fueling up, it was onward on Hwy 20 (Trans Canada) towards Quebec City, which is known simply as "Quebec" around here. We had a good 2 1/2 hours to drive and settled in for a VERY wet, VERY bumpy ride. (For those of you who are of the opinion that Quebec gets preferential treatment from the federal government - it certainly doesn't go to infrastructure, if that is indeed the case.) On the way to Quebec, Sandra was frantically trying to brush up on her french (which as been dormant for about 20 years!) It was those basic important words (like FOOD) that just weren't coming to mind
We arrived in Quebec and headed to a shopping mall. A security guard let us to a large parking stall and directed us into the mall when Sandra tried to explain they were looking for something "a manger" ...(sorry - don't know where the breve, grave, accents are on this keyboard!) We found ourselves at the mall food court - not exactly what we were looking for.
Back to the motorhome and back to searching for a grocery store, this time with success. Then we found a book store, and bought a dictionary, which Sandra keeps very close to her at all times now.
Actually, we have been able to navigate Quebec using mostly English, but knowing some French certainly helps - especially when deciphering signs!!! Our next thought was to try to park the motorhome close to our eventual destination the following day: Old Quebec. Well, our GPS got us closer than we had anticipated, and suddenly, there we were - right in front of Battlefield Park! We were blessed with a parking stall large enough and a broken parking meter (meaning we only had to pay for one spot!) and decided to take advantage of it, spending 2 hours walking around historic Quebec
Right at the beginning of the walk, we all followed Kurtis, who was drawn into a souvenir shop boasting furs and snowshoes. While browsing the shop, lo and behold - my eyes beheld a little piece of home!! An art print of one of my favorite paintings by my brother Rod (the goose and goslings). I got quite excited to see his art so far from home and hauled out my camera to record the evidence, much to the dismay of the young man keeping the store. When I had convinced him I wasn't about to zoom into the picture to make cheap digital reproductions, he agreed to allow me to take the photo.
This event was followed by a walk along the Promenade de Goveneurs, all the way to the Plains of Abraham, past the Citadel and back to our motorhome through side streets with very European architecture. It was a lovely evening for a walk!
Following this, we determined we would not find free overnight parking in Old Quebec (on a level street to boot), and so headed back across the Pierre Laporte bridge. We found our way to a church parking lot that had the name "Evangeliste, and Baptiste" in the name and parked for the evening. About 2:15 a.m., we were witness to God's power - a rain / thunder / lightening storm that was a very impressive show indeed! The little girls, thankfully, slept through it all. There's really NO room for them in our bed! LOL