Hello from Montreal – A Catina Ruga
My first weekend in Montreal, a place I had never been to, opened up a can of worms. As a student I had no income, so my parents made me cancel my summer vacation, and I agreed to stay at a local friend’s place for a few weeks. I had a great time along with my friend and his family, going out of town for a few days.
Anyway, the time came for me to go home after another exciting adventure, leaving Toronto early Saturday morning, heading south on Highway 401 towards Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, just outside Michigan, not far from where my father used to live. There was a slight cloud cover, and it was starting to drizzle. The air was very humid, and my anticipation of having the adventure I’d planned, getting to the great lakes, was growing.
I’d been awake since 4 am, stuck in bed like a throbbing drum, ready to go home. At 6 am I got out of bed and took a couple of minutes to check the internet. There was a brief update on the news update, but nothing else, so I went back in bed and started to sleep. สล็อตเว็บตรง Catina Ruga
Then I was woken up by a couple of minutes of whispering. From across the street I could hear someone asking someone else in the same cabin, “Are you there?” followed by more whispering. I could swear I saw a cross-eyed man, who was leaning against the door and holding a miniature broom in his hand. Something was swirling around in that cabin, but I couldn’t see who it was. Catina Ruga
I came out of my sleeping bag, feeling colder than ever, and decided to head down to the cottage to see my family. From the cottage I could see across the lake, and in the dim light, was my brother, who was standing in the door, looking out into the snowy night as though this were a lost lost landmark. Catina Ruga
This was very exciting, because up to that point I had only had one month to live, and to go out on such a desolate highway was significant enough to bring my emotions down to a near empty level. Catina Ruga
My sister and brother-in-law had left Toronto early, right around the time that I did, to go back to Romania for a much-needed winter break, but we ran into trouble a few months into our trip. Catina Ruga
Our hotel was a run-down old lodge about a half-mile down the mountain, on the shore of Lake Ontario. The snow disappeared into the lake in mid-December, and by the time my sister and brother-in-law were well into their 20s, the lake and the hotel were frozen over. Catina Ruga
My parents, who had gone to great lengths to educate me about winter living, decided that it was their lastWinter Olympicsfor a while, and planned to spend their last afternoon in Toronto, while my brother and I started our new life in the big city. Catina Ruga
Winter seemed to ME the perfect season to try out an amateur Toronto snowboarder. You can’t ski with snow all season long, but I got a couple of weeks off in December, and got to meet my friend in Whetherans.
We took a snowmobile tour through Toronto and didn’t stop, but got a good couple of good spots. We visited little known bike paths and enjoyed the surprise visits to places we had never seen before. Catina Ruga
The week of the Winter Games didn’t end up with a lot of skating – there were still plenty of amazing moments to savour in Toronto – but it did provide a great memory of the very first winter in Toronto, and a fun first day of the big Winter Activities. Catina Ruga
The Olympic Winter Games 2008 are in exactly 3 weeks, and the celebration continues in 2010!