Asphalt Flower is a nickname my father gave me a few years ago. I was born and raised on a farm on the Orleans Island, about 20 minutes from Quebec City. I should be all about nature and, in some way, I am. I have a garden on my 3rd story balcony in the city. 😉
I love living in the city. The energy, the closeness to everything… I do miss my greenery though. Quebec remains just a big village compared to Montreal, where I spent the weekend over at some friends’ place. The preceeding picture was taken there.
The weekend was really amazing and it was one of many firsts.
It all started with a little road trip with a coworker. One naked feet prompted on the dashboard, I enjoyed the wind blowing through the windows and we ranted about work. Among other things. At some point along the way, we crossed a field that smelled like chestnut purée. *shrugs* Stranger things have happened.
I arrived at my friends’ home around 8 on Friday and they were cleaning the pool for Saturday’s get-together with the friends I have in Montreal. I decided to help out. I had never cleaned a pool before. I must say I rather like it. Sounds weird, huh?
But it’s so zen!
They have an overground pool so while mastering the vacuum cleaner isn’t really a challenge, balancing myself on the edge of the pool required a little practice. Still, I was walking around that thing in no time, slowly balancing myself and vacuuming. It’s all about controlled pace, which is very zen a concept, isn’t it?
I ended up relaxing and singing while I cleaned the pool.
I love water.
I want a pool.
Saturday morning, I was fed crepes for breakfast, accompanied with homemade cherry-pear-mint jelly and blueberry-and-chocolate spread. I tasted them both, eating two crepes. Yum!
Saturday night was dinner with most of our friends. Every one cooked something. I usually end up managing the kitchen but, for the first time, I was responsable for the drinks. The kitchen ended up in the control of a guy who handled it brilliantly. Gotta like a man who can cook! 😉
We ate and chatted until 6 in the morning. That’s liable to happen when people see each other only once every 2 or 3 months.
Sunday, we ate the leftover crepes with maple sirup at about 2 in the afternoon. Then, I packed my bags and headed home. In bus. Now there are a few firsts in there too!
I always go to Montreal with someone who has a car and knows the place. I had never taken public transport there. The buses are the same except the seats are in red instead of being blue or lime green. And they have huge closed terminals with coffee shops and all. We don’t have those.
However, I had no memories of ever taking the subway!
I must have taken it in elementary school when we made a trip to Montreal but I have no recollection of such event. I sure looked like a tourist. The only thing I have to say about that is: “How deep does these things need to be?” Seriously, those were a lot of flights of stairs.
I then took the bus to go back to Quebec, another first. The seat didn’t agree with my lower back but it wasn’t so bad. I divided my time between reading Kim Harrison’s Dead Witch Walking again, outlining the upcoming chapters of Unforeseen Dives and listening to Emilie Autumn.
On the course of the weekend, my blog was greenlit on Blog Catalog. My views have already felt the impact of that. Now if I can only get the reviews started… I’m going to spend some time over there to build a network.
I also got inspired for another by the friends who invited me. I’ll probably write it for this Friday. As a teaser, the title is: “Crafting Curtains – An Absurd Fable In Which Pieces Of Fabrics Rekindles Old Flames”.
So that is what happened and kept me busy over the weekend. I had a really nice time. Still, it feels good to be home and gosh, have I missed my writing!
I have to blog about the awards I got tomorrow, write Unforeseen Dives for Wednesday and catch up on the AW Blog chain. Can’t wait to get started!
Hey NaSties! I hope you like the pictures your requested! 😉