We left Newport — left Newport! — on a beautiful afternoon when it was just starting to look and feel like summer and headed North. What were we thinking?? Um, better to head North than South — figuratively speaking. First stop: Burlington (VT), on the shores of Lake Champlain, with the Adirondacks across the way, i.e. delightful (if not exactly foreign) and offering a very clear sense of direction ...
Then on to Montréal, where the boats were not only foreign but somewhat bigger than those to which we're accustomed, all tied-up stern-to along the pier with its unfamiliar flags, unfamiliar lights, unfamiliar language. Foreign is refreshing (even critical) from time to time — isn't it?? We (Mr. Betty, Darling Daughter and I) had lots of fun and a few unforeseen adventures despite skies being generally gray. Of course, the sun came out just before our time was up (all too quickly) and we headed South — quel dommage! — toward home ...
More on that particular adventure (that one right there ^^) another time, if you have time to listen. If I manage to remember ... that his name is Jean Charest, current Premier of Québec, and he is/was being accused of not listening by a parade of tens of thousands of government workers waving little green flags and blowing little green whistles in the streets of Montréal yesterday. Meanwhile, amid whatever foreign-ness, there's always the familiar ... ho-hum.
