A weekend away

GWE just changed jobs and is now located in Montreal rather than Germany - so a little closer to home.  It has been a hectic month of July for him, flying to Montreal for an interview during his week "at home", then back to Munich for a couple of weeks' notice, then on to another firm in Germany  for a couple of days to show his face as the new guy in Montreal.  He flew back here two Saturday nights ago, arriving at 8.30pm, only to turn around pack his bags, and drive off to Montreal on the Sunday (a five hour drive).  Because of all that to-ing and fro-ing over the past month, it was decided it would be better if I flew to Montreal last weekend rather than him travel home for the weekend.  No argument from me.  I love Montreal - it is such a cool city.  Great shopping, loads of great restaurants and bars, a bit of a buzz, a nice small city to get around.  So off I went (15yr old son had been invited to a friend's cottage for the week so the timing was perfect).

GWE and I spent a lovely couple of days, mooching around the shops (just making sure there were not any better shoes lurking out there!!), looking a suits for the wedding, picking up a few bits here and there, stopping for coffee, having a lazy lunch on a patio just of St. Catherine's. Just as we finished lunch the thunder started rumbling so we headed back to his apartment for a nap (three beers at lunchtime - what can I say).  Then out in the evening to do a bit of a bar crawl.

We used to live out on the west island of Montreal so Sunday we took a trip down memory lane, drove past our old house (incidentally my favourite house to date - and there have been a few) but the current owners are not keeping it in the best of shape - looking  a little ragged around the edges which I am sure doesn't please the neighbours as it is in a lovely street with many beautiful houses.  But ironically the shabbiness helps us not to have any regrets.

Then we went out to Hudson, a little town just off the island to a lovely pub, The Willows, on the shores of the St. Lawrence, with beautiful gardens and lawns going down to the water's edge.  We stayed a while and had a relaxing lunch watching the sailboats.

While we say there, we congratulated ourselves on a great weekend, because we knew if we had been at home, it wouldn't have been as relaxing.

The wedding is now six weeks away, there are chores that need doing chez-nous.  No more lazy weekends us for us for a while.

PS: I did try to add a photo I took on my cell phone while we were in the garden of the pub but  but once again technology foiled me!