I survived! I survived sleeping in a cabin heated by a wood stove in near freezing temperatures for a week. I’ll be waking at 4 a.m. to stoke the nonexistent fire for days to come, I think.
We packed up, said goodbyes to our gracious hosts, Jacques and Carolle, then headed out for the long trip back to Montreal.
We made good time as most of us were looking forward to a long hot shower and some shopping.
I headed out for what has become a must-stop in Montreal: Juliette et Chocolate. This is a chocolate bar, the equivalent of a wine tasting experience for chocolate. Imagine--getting brandy snifters filled with hot chocolates where the ingredients are sourced from various parts of the world. Is that a hint of fruit? Or wood? Maybe nuts? I go for the classic hot chocolate a l’ancienne. So oncteuse! (The English translation really doesn’t do this word justice--it means something like thick and rich.)
After more shopping and wanderings around town, we (Yukiko, my new roommate, and I) head back to the hotel to prepare for the celebratory dinner. After all the grunginess that comes with intense mission-like conditions, we managed to clean ourselves up pretty well and appeared quite presentable, returning to a state in tune to Montreal’s cosmopolitan vibe. This will be our last meal together as a group--a group that has shared so much in such a short period of time. Dinner was a celebration of accomplishments of the past week.
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