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Jan. 18th, 2003 10:19 pmAnd the trip was decidedly lovely, for a whole bunch of different reasons. (For those who missed it, this week Wiley and I, and our friends Shani and Matt took a 5 day trip to Mont Tremblant, about an hour north on Montreal. It was Wiley's 30th birthday present.) As both ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scirocco and prunesnprisms have said, the village around the mountain base was charming, the condo was lovely and right at the mountain base, the restaurants and shopping were both fun, company was delightful. I even got out and tried skiing again, this time on snow blades. I rather liked them better - I was better able to control myself, but ultimately, the boots beat me, and I could only do a few runs. Anyone know of a brand/style of ski boots that won't kill someone with over-sized calves?
I'm writing down the long detailed version of the trip too, but I'll cut it, since it's going to be long.
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So, yeah, it was a great trip. I'm glad I tried skiing again, and I think I'll actually try it for real sometime soon. The boys reported that the skiing conditions were excellent for all three of the days that they were out there. After a while I barely noticed the face freezing cold. It was wonderful to not have anywhere to be at any certain time, and to have no work bothering me, and no Widget dictating the rhythm of my day. I think that all four of us got along for the whole week with no real sour notes, and I was so relaxed by Thursday night - I can't remember the last time I was that relaxed. It was, of course, good to get home, but I really wanted to stay up there. Tell me I need to stop thinking about wanting to buy a condo there. Please.
Randomly, I was surprised that everyone there was speaking French. I'm not sure if I thought that French was more confined to Quebec City, or if I just kept forgetting that we were going to be in Quebec Province, or what. It caught me off guard when we stopped at a gas station, and kept surprising me (weird, and dumb, I know). It definitely made it feel more like we were in a foriegn country, which made it a little more fun. Once again, made me feel supid for not speaking anything more than English, and made me want to learn another language well enough to converse in it. As if I have the time, or the brain for that.
scirocco and prunesnprisms have said, the village around the mountain base was charming, the condo was lovely and right at the mountain base, the restaurants and shopping were both fun, company was delightful. I even got out and tried skiing again, this time on snow blades. I rather liked them better - I was better able to control myself, but ultimately, the boots beat me, and I could only do a few runs. Anyone know of a brand/style of ski boots that won't kill someone with over-sized calves?I'm writing down the long detailed version of the trip too, but I'll cut it, since it's going to be long.
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So, yeah, it was a great trip. I'm glad I tried skiing again, and I think I'll actually try it for real sometime soon. The boys reported that the skiing conditions were excellent for all three of the days that they were out there. After a while I barely noticed the face freezing cold. It was wonderful to not have anywhere to be at any certain time, and to have no work bothering me, and no Widget dictating the rhythm of my day. I think that all four of us got along for the whole week with no real sour notes, and I was so relaxed by Thursday night - I can't remember the last time I was that relaxed. It was, of course, good to get home, but I really wanted to stay up there. Tell me I need to stop thinking about wanting to buy a condo there. Please.
Randomly, I was surprised that everyone there was speaking French. I'm not sure if I thought that French was more confined to Quebec City, or if I just kept forgetting that we were going to be in Quebec Province, or what. It caught me off guard when we stopped at a gas station, and kept surprising me (weird, and dumb, I know). It definitely made it feel more like we were in a foriegn country, which made it a little more fun. Once again, made me feel supid for not speaking anything more than English, and made me want to learn another language well enough to converse in it. As if I have the time, or the brain for that.