New Brunswick & Prince Edward Island

Friday, August 07, 2015

I'm not quite fond of being in cars anymore...

While I've never been bothered much by being in cars for many lengths of time before, lately, my stomach has not been agreeing with it. Since we've only been able to eat at diners and fast food restaurants, my stomach has grown to hate me, and has made sure I understood by constantly hurting. Although I haven't thrown-up - and thank God I haven't - it's definitely put a small shadow over the overall trip.

Not to say the trip hasn't been fun. Surely there were star moments in the trip that I enjoyed very much, but sometimes, I've felt a bit lonely tagging along behind four adults and constantly found myself texting my friends back at home.

Another negative about this trip would have to be that: I can't find a single notebook.

If anyone knows me, they know that I LOVE notebooks- pretty notebooks. The hope for this trip was to get a very nice notebook from at least one of the provinces, but as of yet - my sixth day on this trip - I've been quite unsuccessful. However, these things haven't completely made the trip horrible.

Some upsides of the trip thus far is all the nature I get to surround myself with. Being in Toronto, the most nature I get is from the small forest just near my house, and even that was planted by humans. Being in these new provinces, I get to surround myself by rock walls, trees, lakes and oceans, and best of all, horsies and cows.

While we didn't spend much time in New Brunswick, we spent a good four days in Prince Edward Island, just by Green Gables. Now, if you've ever read Anne of Green Gables as I have, being around the area where her whole story was inspired was quite exciting. I got to discover how the author became to inspired by her small little island, and how real Anne Shirley was to her.

It made me think a lot about my book, and I was able to relate a lot to the author, because just like Anne was so real to her, so is my character real to me. At the same time, it inspired me to write my story even more, and to really get into it!

The rest of the time in Prince Edward Island consisted of beaches, lobster, beaches, card games and beaches. Not going to lie, the amount of water I saw was crazy. Everywhere I turned was some sort of lake, river or part of the ocean. Though, I can't argue, because the sight was STUNNING each time.

When we decided to go downtown for my mom's birthday, we spoke with the owner of the lovely breakfast store (Casa Mia Cafe, I highly recommend it if you ever go to Charlottetown) who told us that after one visit to PEI, her and her husband packed up their things from Toronto, and moved there right away. She gave us a pamphlet that told us about the prices of some of the houses, and no wonder she moved she quickly! With the price of houses in PEI, you could buy two houses and a cottage and still have money left over!

Thinking about moving to PEI? Maybe.

The final day in PEI was bitter sweet, because I didn't want to leave the beautiful province and enter the city again in Halifax, but I knew it was time to go, and a new adventure awaited us.

Halifax was exciting for me, because I got to be surrounded by others who were near my age, and enjoy devotional and church with them. It let me be me for a bit, and really enjoy Halifax with some good friends beside you.

First things first, the ferry over to Halifax. Quite terrifying to be so high up above the water, but after a few panic attacks or so, we had finally made it, and off to Halifax we went!

Thanks for reading dudes and dudettes!

Fam Road Trip - Montreal

Wednesday, August 05, 2015

I might as well start this post off telling it all in full honesty.

My hear wasn't in the right place when my parents had told me about this trip last year. It was going to be twenty-four non-consecutive hours on the road with my parents and their friends. While the idea of seeing the country seemed to catch my attention, the only flaw was that I had no friends to go with. And so, I began asking around, seeing if any of my good friends would be willing to join me on the Cruz Family adventure. Unfortunately, while many were willing and hoping, it didn’t seem like it was going to happen. And so, August 1st had rolled around and I was packing up the car for the endeavor.

And now, here I am, typing away on my slowly dying laptop as I write about the journey.
We stopped first in Montreal. I was pretty excited about stopping here, since I would be surrounded by the French language. I, regrettably, had stopped my schooling in the French language when I was in grade nine, and the days leading up to the trip, I was quickly trying to jam all the French I could into my brain. While I enjoyed listening to the language being spoken around me, I can't say I understood it ... at all.

The kind lady who housed my parents, their friends and I made the visit very wonderful. (Not to mention, her house was bootyful).

We arrived at her house around the afternoon, and we took time to settle in before we hopped into her pool. While it was only a quick rinse, it was relaxing and a great way to shake off the six hours of driving we had to endure. The lady who housed us kindly became our tour-guide, since we all hoped to see the wonderful city before we were off oh too soon.

We drove off to downtown Montreal, where we visited some bagel store - I obviously was not paying much attention - and purchased very warm and wonderfully delicious bagels. We then headed off to try some Smoked Meat sandwiches, that were known to be all the rave, and all the rave they were, because just as we pulled up to the store, there was already a line forming outside. While situating ourselves at the end of the line, we checked to see exactly how long those at the front waited in order to get in.

Half an hour.

We didn’t have a lot of time. By that time, it was almost six and we had a lot of other stuff we wanted to see, but we wanted to stay considerate and not stay out too late, for the sake of our guides daughter, and the fact that there was church the next day.

But there we stood, waiting in the line up to try the so-called amazing sandwiches, and, half an hour later, we finally entered.

There was no wonder that there was a large line-up outside. The store was teeny and it was a mission to make it to our seats without bumping into someone.

I ordered the Smoked Meat Sandwich with a side of Poutine. It was wonderful. The whole meal together was spectacular, and in ways, worth the wait. However, it seemed – at least to me – that the sandwich was a bit hyped up, but no matter, I enjoyed it and my parents had to roll me out of the restaurant.

We next headed to Mont Royal. This mountain basically overlooks the city, and what a sight it was to see it as it became dark. I attempted to snap a shot, but the whole area was crowded, traffic-jammed, and there were raccoons everywhere. My parents wanted to get out of there quickly. So, I attempted a “drive-by-picture” with great failure. The image below was my least blurry one.

Our final stop was in Old Montreal. I hoped I would see it when it was still daylight, but even at night it was still a sight to see. To our dismay, there was a soccer game going on, and Old Montreal was flooded with fans. There was no way to stop and take pictures in the heavy traffic, and my parent’s friends got lost many times as we made our way down the street. Pictures? Non-existent. They are way too blurry, and too dark, that there just in't any point to post it up.

By the time that we were exiting Old Montreal, I was tired. We all were.

I don’t remember much of the ride back, since I was sleeping for most of the time, but I can tell you that the time I arrived back at our guide’s house, I was a happy camper. Quickly, we put on our jammies, brushed our teeth and we were asleep.

The next morning consisted of showers, – in a lovely bathroom – eggs & bacon, Polly Pockets, and some morning guitar playing by yours truly, and soon, we were off to church.

I’ll admit, I was a little sad that it was house church and that I couldn’t meet the whole Montreal fam, but the small group of people we got to worship with were wonderful nonetheless. I even met a new friend. I can tell you one thing, the conversation was a struggle. She was speaking French, I was speaking English, but we managed to laugh together and learn about each other eventually.

And now, here I am, on the road again with my parents as we head to our second stop in New Brunswick. Too bad we won’t stay there long though, because we’re off to P.E.I right after a good nap. I’m excited for P.E.I though, and I guarantee much less blurry pictures for that post.

I think some things that both my parents and I learnt on this road trip was patience. Being on the road with a friend can be difficult at times, there can be disagreements which could lead to bitterness and so on. However, the longer we've spent with our friends, the more we've depended on God to really keep our hearts in the right place and completely focus on him.

Whatever else this trip will consist of, we plan to look to God first.

Now, it’s all about eating some din din and catching some Zzzz’s.

Thanks for joining me on my journey reader, I really appreciate it!

Until next time dudes and dudettes!