Nom de Plumage

November 6, 2011

The City of Montreal

Filed under: Travel Journal — nomdeplumage @ 5:32 pm

I awoke early after an exhausted nights sleep to a very hot and humid day. Montreal’s humidity is very much like Australia’s, although our temperature can be somewhat more extreme. To the utter amazement of my cousin Kathy, who was walking around in a bikini and complaining of being very uncomfortable, I on the other hand was dressed in a thin tracksuit and t-shirt and was not bothered by the heat. Whether they believe me to be a freak, I know not, but for me the weather was bearable.
My cousin’s are religious and partake in their Serbian community gathering every Sunday afternoon for lunch. I on the other hand am not religious or Serbian, so this was to make an interesting outing, for I do not understand the language or their customs. But Dura was quite adamant and proud that I should go with them, so along I went and surprisingly, I had a nice time and the food was not only delicious, but a massive portion that I could not eat all.
After lunch, we drove through the beautiful city and along the world’s longest street. I am placing my trust in my cousin’s belief of that, for I have no idea if this is indeed true? The city has a very European flavour without the high rise glass towers that signify most major cities of the modern world. Trees lined the wide streets, giving the city a lush beautiful feel, accompanied by parks. Driving on the other side of the road is somewhat freaky to me, for we Australian’s drive on the left hand side. There is still that argument of who is driving on the correct side? For me, it matters not, but the thrill of being a little unique to the majority of the world, gives me a buzz.
Our final destination of the day, was one that I was looking forward to and yet hesitant at the same time. Nestled beautifully upon one of Montreal’s highest points, is a beautiful cemetery that houses the remains of my great aunt Kathy. I never had the privilege of ever meeting her in life, but through the many wonderful stories that my mother had told me over the years, I feel that I know her. In life she was so beautiful and in death she is remembered to be a wonderful woman. Just standing beside her final resting place, made me emotional and content that I finally had the opportunity to visit.


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