How desperate lives in this land, in this corner of the world described by some as a endroit devastated by the police and the government leech, by false illusions and naive populated by immigrants who roam the world unaware prey of the cat and the fox Québec Ontarians? This post is aimed at the description of a normal weekend for an average family of two adults and two children aged 3 and 6, arrived nearly four months and without special needs or problems. In short, a dip in the banality of ordinary life of an average family, healthy and successful. The weekend begins with a wake up call at 08.00 and a standard breakfast (yogurt, biscuits and chocolate, frothed milk and Nesquik, mocha coffee and a little 'fruit) followed by a battle without mercy to prepare to leave home before noon. Yesterday the weather was beautiful, sunny and 4 degrees, but with a little 'wind, so we decided to go downtown by subway and villas with a stroller.
$ 2.75 per adult and in 25 minutes we landed directly into the exhibition center of Place Bonaventure in the heart. From November 17 to 22 is scheduled for the Book Fair in Montreal and we have chosen to make a jump to the fair instead of taking sides on either side of Rue St.Catherine along which the fashion show was held from 11:00 to Pere Noel, a parade of floats with music and animation that repeats itself from 60 years to the delight of children and the desperation of the pediatricians (if you find them). Stand still for 2.5 hours at 4 degrees pending the visit of Santa Claus insane it seemed like a challenge to the provincial health system and we opted for the calm and cool of the Book Fair. Admission $ 8 for adults, free for children, easy course for pushchairs and many children and young people stand with books, comics and stories about dragons, monsters and pirates. At the Fair I could see the General Dallaire (former head of the UN contingent in Rwanda and author of "I shook hands with the devil, the story of a bankrupt world, now a senator and promoter of humanitarian aid for child soldiers) , various authors who signed books for small exhibitions and two children. The Fair is neither large nor frequent or full of events and exhibitors as the Book Fair in Turin, but it's friendly, thorough, interesting and very easy (with elevators for strollers, baby area with microwave ovens, baby, sofas and games for children). At 14.00 we left and we wanted to go home on foot with little more than 5 km a stroller and three walkers. Gradually, between a park and other things, a broken couch and a bag of garbage left on the sidewalk, a shimmering skyscraper and we arrived on a cold squirrel Du Parc, where we have been shopping from PA and received a box of Smarties Nello, the shop manager who has seen a baby cry consulate with sweets. Normal spending (fruits and vegetables and season with something good for emissions and import U.S. and Mexico), normal prices. When we got home, I went by car to take the share of expenditure bulkier (sparkling water, a luxury which we are struggling to give up) and some products that we found to be PA (cousin cow feta mondragone a cow, ice cream and half-Lebanese). A dinner (gnocchi and erbazzone with apple pie and chocolate), at 20.00, we had friends with whom we spoke of nostalgia, of Quebec, politics and school. Sunday we woke up with the sun and -3 degrees with a little 'and wind chill temperature -7 °. The adult sports is running out, we are prepared, having breakfast and playing. Then at 12.00 we went out walking and we went into town (5 km), the direction of the Museum of Fine Arts Slowly, this time with two strollers and a nice cold, we arrived at the destination. Strollers and jackets in the cloakroom (free), we entered the museum (free) and we went to the lab for children (free). After half an hour of drawings, we slipped through the halls of Napoleon, the Flemish and Picasso, and at 15.00 we left, towards the mall to buy ear plugs, gloves and ear pads. In La Baie today was the 25% discount so we bought what we needed without crowding and confusion and we walked to the back foot. When we got home after dark, we had dinner, did my homework and watched a bit 'cartoon. Then good night to all.
nothing short of exceptional, but a nice weekend easy and boring!
The other voice of the chorus says, emphasizing that no account of incazzature for racing in the museum, for gloves that are lost, the headphones that you put in, Piss that always comes to leaving the premises, cold spout that makes you fear the winter thinking (we are in spring, in fact ...) and my bad temper.
In any case you are not evil.
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