We're home now, and enjoying a few more days of honeymoon bliss before David goes back to work and I start the search for a new job.
I'm currently sitting on my favorite gold sofa chair, drinking freshly brewed Kenyan coffee, brought back from La Brûlerie Des Monts in Saint-Sauveur, that I made with our new Bialetti (I'd like to give a shout out to the friend who bought us this wonderful gift, but I don't know who you are due to several presents getting detached from their cards on the journey to our house, so, whoever you are, WE LOVE YOU!)
Sitting here, I can't help but get lost in new memories of wedding day shenanigans, traveling craze from Ojai to LA to Chicago to Montreal, and best of all, awesome Canadian adventures.
It's unbelievable that so much has happened in a matter of two short weeks, yet, at the same time, we feel like we've been married for months. This paradox is a perfect example of our love continuing to make us feel entirely outside of time and space and human understanding.
Now, I'm peering out the window of our little garage top studio in SLO, listening to the frantic blowing wind, and reminiscing on a simple and great trip.
It was absolutely lovely.
We were immersed in completely different surroundings and an intriguing new culture, learning French phrases here and there and eating fancy crêpes and gourmet snails.
We took numerous drives through the countryside exploring frozen lakes and melted lakes and lakes surrounded by private property signs (forcing me to take pictures from the road and maybe once or twice causing me to beg David to let me trespass to catch a better glimpse of the beauty). The roads were engulfed by thousands of varying colored trees from birch to pine to spruce.
The weather was perfect for cozying up, mostly blustery and grey, with no lack of rain (which is absolutely foreign to us, seeing as we were traveling from the long drawn California drought).
Best of all, we were tucked away in the privacy of a snug lakeside chalet, where we started the mornings with coffee and ghost bagels and ended the days with more coffee and a read about hobbits by the warmth of a wood burning stove.
We left our little chalet a day early to journey down to Old Québec where we wandered aimlessly, discovering color strewn alleys, graffitied bridges, famous hotels, fortified walls, and stunning architecture on every corner.
I wish to tell you more of this fascinating, French-influenced city, but I'll leave that be for another day.