The first couple days or so in a new country always leave me feeling a little out of my comfort zone. It takes me a while to feel at home with my new surroundings, figure out how to fall into a routine and get accustomed to the workings of the kitchen. Getting out for fresh air always helps, but it’s usually the last thing I think of. Not sure why. This particular outing was needed for me and Natasha, who is just as disoriented without her normal bedroom and amusements from home. Daniel was, away grocery shopping. It seems like that’s all he does the first couple days in a new country, because naturally, the kitchen fridge is mostly empty and we all need to eat. He likes to say, “I’m bringing home the bacon,” in these circumstances. It works well though since he can scout the area and I can watch the little ones. (We have two now. As in, plural, children! It still surprises me to say that.)
Our AirBnB house is in a new suburban neighborhood north of the main city area. There are houses being built just down the street and the paved street becomes gravel around the bend. So on this first stroll, I asked Natasha if she could show me the path to the river that Daniel showed her earlier. She happily led the way and I happily tried out our new-to-us stroller which I didn’t even know Daniel had stowed in the trunk of the car. He’s so sneaky like that. Or else, I was too busy counting onesies to see what he was packing…
I really must find out how to procure some boulders and large rocks for Natasha to climb on at our home in the States. It’s her favorite part of all our outings if she can climb on something.
There is a walking path not far from the house and it goes through the woods with little side trails and footpaths to follow. I always keep a keen eye out for poison ivy but haven’t seen any yet. (!)
At the turning around point for us the other day, we discovered this:
Quebec, I think we’re going to get along just fine.