The days, weeks, and months were flying by, and as the company grew, life in Canada slowly seeped it's way into our bones. But, our first Canadian winter was kind to us, and we were left listening to tales of the arctic weather hitting our old stamping grounds, with both the North of England, North Yorkshire, and Scotland seeing temperatures usually reserved for this continent. Madness!
But there was still plenty of snow, and we decided that if we really wanted to fit into Montreal life, we should embrace the National pastime, and get ourselves onto the ice!
We'd been directed to a store called “La Poubelle de Ski, which, we were told, stocked everything we could hope to find for “winter life in white”. I have to admit, when I finally escaped the crowds (it was one crazy shopping experience!) I'd found an especially nice pair of sheepskin-lined, Nike skates. That's when I realized that different people need different motivation: those gorgeous skates definitely increased my desire to get out on the ice! (Yes I know, shallow, but I'm ashamed to say...true)
As expected, the boys took to skating like ducks to water, fish to the sea etc, etc, (and my
skates looked great!)
skates looked great!)
or skated on the ice, and we felt very “Canadian”, just like everyone else out there, doing exactly the same thing.
We were in Canada in the winter, and we were happy with our lot.
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