Friday, August 10, 2007:
We got up before the sun at 5:00 am and were on the road before 6:00 am. We had a long day of driving ahead through the province of Ontario and into Quebec to Montreal, Canada. The hope is the Hostel will be a little more inviting than San Fran’s choice and more importantly still open to receive us. We doing the mega-kilometer ride today and the hours will be harsh. Kids are happy although but looking forward to the day we get home. TROOPERS!! More about today later. The Trans Canada Hwy is Route 17 and is arboreal and unfortunately, our most boring trip so far even compared to the prairies where your chance for a weather change could keep you in anticipation of having suspense. It is pretty but unspectacular. We arrived in Montreal around 7:00 pm, only 11 hours of driving later. We drove 692 miles today.
We were staying in the quaint Old Montreal section of town, which was close to the St. Lawrence River side. The buildings were made mostly of stone and granite. After we found parking, we walked to our accommodation in the heart of the Old Montreal section right off this lovely square lined with restaurants and filled with street performers and artists sketching portraits and characters.
Since it was after hours, there was not an employee on duty when we arrived at the Rue De Saint Paul Hostel, so we punched in our reservation number on to a key pad that unlocked the door. As we entered, a sign asked us to take off our shoes; it was like coming into someone’s hope, but they were not there. Each door had a chalk boarding hanging on it with a note saying the person’s first name. Our room was all set up and over looked the very active street below. We were in the heart of the old port area. After settling in a bit, we headed out to find a place to eat. The coble stone streets were all a buzz with tourists and activities. The dominate language was French, but most the Montreal people spoke English fluently as well. Even the street performers would first speak French, and then repeat it in English. We had a nice dinner at an Italian place called Galliano’s. After dinner we cruzed the square to check out the artists and the street performers. Afterwards, we headed back around 12:00 pm to go to bed. Since our bedroom windows were right over the street, it was a bit noisy. Luckily, we had AC, so we could keep our windows closed and ear plucks.
We got up before the sun at 5:00 am and were on the road before 6:00 am. We had a long day of driving ahead through the province of Ontario and into Quebec to Montreal, Canada. The hope is the Hostel will be a little more inviting than San Fran’s choice and more importantly still open to receive us. We doing the mega-kilometer ride today and the hours will be harsh. Kids are happy although but looking forward to the day we get home. TROOPERS!! More about today later. The Trans Canada Hwy is Route 17 and is arboreal and unfortunately, our most boring trip so far even compared to the prairies where your chance for a weather change could keep you in anticipation of having suspense. It is pretty but unspectacular. We arrived in Montreal around 7:00 pm, only 11 hours of driving later. We drove 692 miles today.
We were staying in the quaint Old Montreal section of town, which was close to the St. Lawrence River side. The buildings were made mostly of stone and granite. After we found parking, we walked to our accommodation in the heart of the Old Montreal section right off this lovely square lined with restaurants and filled with street performers and artists sketching portraits and characters.
Since it was after hours, there was not an employee on duty when we arrived at the Rue De Saint Paul Hostel, so we punched in our reservation number on to a key pad that unlocked the door. As we entered, a sign asked us to take off our shoes; it was like coming into someone’s hope, but they were not there. Each door had a chalk boarding hanging on it with a note saying the person’s first name. Our room was all set up and over looked the very active street below. We were in the heart of the old port area. After settling in a bit, we headed out to find a place to eat. The coble stone streets were all a buzz with tourists and activities. The dominate language was French, but most the Montreal people spoke English fluently as well. Even the street performers would first speak French, and then repeat it in English. We had a nice dinner at an Italian place called Galliano’s. After dinner we cruzed the square to check out the artists and the street performers. Afterwards, we headed back around 12:00 pm to go to bed. Since our bedroom windows were right over the street, it was a bit noisy. Luckily, we had AC, so we could keep our windows closed and ear plucks.
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