there’s something about this bike – i like.
in a city where the street signs aren’t familiar and the language which shouldn’t be foreign to a canadian like me, well, it is. the buildings aren’t blocking the sky and their bike lanes make sense, not disturbing the flow of traffic. the fashion is all their own. individual. i feel as if i’ve transported to a far away place. every street corner could be the start of a really good novel, it’s just waiting to be written.
i spent two weeks in montreal, quebec back in april. if i hadn’t been out with a cold for the entire second week i would have wandered the streets more. when you can’t speak the language, you feel isolated – at least, i did. but rather than let it bother me, i embraced the alone time. i walked just to wander. no set agenda. and then spent a solid 7 days resting in bed trying to fight off a cold that plagued me.
back to montreal, only for a few short days in may, work is what brought me there again. no longer sick and no longer snow on the ground. the vibe is immediately different. it’s warm out – the birds are chirping and folks have started to take off the layers. lounging in the park is where it’s at. soak up that sun.
one more trip recently and it starts to feel familiar. the metro is no longer confusing and i now don’t feel shy to say “merci” to the cashier at the local dépanneur. my coworkers have inspired me to start learning french again but i’m incredibly shy about it. we’ll see how this goes.
bon dimanche – wherever you are.
