“Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est le printemps…”
It’s here. Spring is at our door. Quebec is emerging from under its heavy snowy blanket and liking what it sees. Soon, flowers will bloom and the sun will allow for great paragliding. Now that’s what really matters! ;-)
I haven’t done much in terms of blogging since my departure from Little Cayman, mostly for technical reasons. My laziness is very technical, you see. The laptop it still out for repair, and the digital camera hasn’t yet come out of my luggage.
As expected, the culturo-climatological shock (with emphasis on the logical stem) has been hard. My feet are complaining inside of shoes all the time. My skin is dried up by the crisp cold air. Three cats in the house are making my eyes cry and my nose itch permanently. In the paper today, tales of war and of waste, but I turned right over to the TV page…
And then there is family and friends, lots of love and warmth, and untiring Yann :-) There’s normal food and great micro beer. There’s a long forgotten affection for Jean’s and sweaters. And there’s the promise of what’s to come…
So soon photos will appear back here to document the journey. I’ll just need to catch my breath a little longer, and manage to stop staring in awe at the puzzle around me, jaw gaping and eyes wide. It’s only the real world, after all…