The second day of the road trip was dreaded by me. It was the
day we drove through Montreal.
Since I moved to NS in undergrad I have heard nothing but horrible things about
how hard it is to drive through Montreal
– how crazy the drivers are and how
confusing and poorly labelled the highways are. Well, Oz is a master navigator
and driving though Montreal was a
breeze (for those of you interested – we took the 40 through the northern part
of the city). Quebec City, on the
other hand, was less breezy because the exit we wanted to take to connect to
the 40 was closed. I didn’t have a proper city map for Quebec
City because I had no intention of getting off the
highway there, so that caused me some panic. But in the end we got on the right
highway – in the right direction to boot, so it was fine.
We didn’t do any touristy stops that day. My French is
horrible and Quebec makes me
uncomfortable. I did, however, buy gas and conduct the entire transaction in
French. I am so proud of myself. I believe the exchange went something like:
Me: Bonjour!
Cashier (in French): Good morning. That will be $53.76
please (or something to that effect)
Me: (displays my Visa to indicate method of payment)
Cashier: (does cashier stuff, hands me the card machine,
prints off receipt, hands it to me)
Me: Merci! (leaves the store with chest puffed out with
pride).
We got to Ottawa
pretty early, just before 3pm. We eventually found the place where Oz was
staying, and I headed off to my brother’s place in Kanata.
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