there and back again
May. 24th, 2009 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauradi7dwThere is a bellringers' gathering in Quebec City every May. We hadn't rung in Quebec since
Florence was a baby. It's about an eight hour drive each way, and we're not big fans of long drives any more either. After discussing it for weeks, we decided Thursday night that we'd go, but we had lots of other stuff to do this weekend, so we planned an abbreviated version. Friday morning we left before 8 AM, drove, spent two hours at The Flume in New Hampshire, drove more hours, stopped in Drummondville to buy some groceries and stuff, drove some more, finally made it. Ate, rang, slept, ate, rang, ate, rang, walked, shopped at a crafts fair, rang, ate, (with lots of chatting interspersed), and left at about 9 PM on Saturday. We drove to Vermont (almost four hours instead of three, because we were so tired we had to keep taking breaks), slept for almost six hours at a motel, and drove the rest of the way (with a half-hour nature walk break) in time to make it to Old North a little after noon. Then a movie ("Tulpan"), juggling, shopping, dinner. Was it a foolish plan? Some people would say so, but except for the exhausted drive last night, it was all good. I don't think we successfully spoke any French, but understood some that was spoken to us.
Florence was a baby. It's about an eight hour drive each way, and we're not big fans of long drives any more either. After discussing it for weeks, we decided Thursday night that we'd go, but we had lots of other stuff to do this weekend, so we planned an abbreviated version. Friday morning we left before 8 AM, drove, spent two hours at The Flume in New Hampshire, drove more hours, stopped in Drummondville to buy some groceries and stuff, drove some more, finally made it. Ate, rang, slept, ate, rang, ate, rang, walked, shopped at a crafts fair, rang, ate, (with lots of chatting interspersed), and left at about 9 PM on Saturday. We drove to Vermont (almost four hours instead of three, because we were so tired we had to keep taking breaks), slept for almost six hours at a motel, and drove the rest of the way (with a half-hour nature walk break) in time to make it to Old North a little after noon. Then a movie ("Tulpan"), juggling, shopping, dinner. Was it a foolish plan? Some people would say so, but except for the exhausted drive last night, it was all good. I don't think we successfully spoke any French, but understood some that was spoken to us.
