Montreal, the home of the French language, looked more friendly than years ago. Whether one likes it or not, no one can deny how pretty it is.
This time things were different, they greeted me with three languages ‘Bon Jour,’ ‘Hello,’ and ‘Buenos Dias.’ The first one still scares me as I’m not capable of speaking without rehearsing, ‘what’s the easiest one I can tackle without embarrassing myself.’ is my pal English, I learned it when I first went to school at age five. It’s no credit to me but my Dad who thought it can help me in the future.
Third, ‘Buenos Dias,’ i.e Spanish, suddenly motivated me to take some courses, which I did.’ But forgot a lot as I did not practice.
I know there are other languages spoken in Montreal, these are the main.
Each morning I visited the malls, supermarket and sometimes a drug store, for food, clothing and cards for people I met.
I spent three weeks with my friend, she cooked and took me to visit her friends. I almost felt I should make Montreal my home. Then the urge to do so died down, as I missed my home, my daughter and the three felines: Gabriel, Raphael, and Sophie.
I am back in Newfoundland, catching up with time difference.