isobelmtl
Writing under a Montreal sky
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It was a consolation to see la petite famille as I walked to the Metro to keep a dental appointment. I often wonder who wants to delve into the mouths of other people. No money could make me do that. Oh well,
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The winter was long and dark. Spring was a poor,cold thing but in her last few days she has redeemed herself. She whispers, shamefaced, “You complained of the rain, but look now at what it brought you.” Last years reeds are overtaken by new life. Red-winged blackbirds, finches, robins, ducks, all relieved at last to…
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We walk by, rushing to an “important “ appointment. What could be more important than this appointment with the little tree beside my front door. I have a standing appointment with noticing.
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A real sign of spring for me. They have that name because of the brown spots on the leaves that supposedly look like the skin of a trout. In the large park adjacent to my home I saw the start of new life. White and blue violets are out too and that brash and beloved…
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This is just before landing on Tuesday evening. It’s now Friday morning. I love this picture with the huge river, the farmland still not awake to spring. When I am in Europe part of me feels at home. When I walk some paths that thousands walked, enter a cathedral where millions lit a candle or…
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The day finally dawned about two hours after we set off and revealed this . Somehow it was familiar. As the bus took a slightly diagonal route, it was leaving Galicia behind. Daybreak unveiled spectacular mountains as strong sunlight burned off the mist. We drove through Astoria, the ornate cathedral emerged, unmistakable and a breathtaking…
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He’s a bit set in his ways, but, who’s perfect? I was originally booked to return 11 May but since I couldn’t use the extra days to walk I managed to book an early return -for tomorrow. I could only get a flight out of Madrid which also suited since I didn’t have to worry…
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Yes, behind the velvet rope you never go beyond? Well, I did go behind it and I read the lesson at the moon Pilgrim mass! At the Pilgrim masses the epistle is always read in Spanish and some other language -often English. If you have read this blog for a couple of weeks you will…
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I had an early coffee get-together with friends from my shirt stretch on the Portuguese Camino. Then I felt overwhelmed by the crowds in the centre of town and spend a little time in a park close to my lodgings. The skies were mixed as is so often the case in Galicia. The owner of…
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There is a famous alberge on the Portuguese Camino. It’s famous to me because that’s where I bailed from my Camino. The lovely lady in pink was already an acquaintance from the Porto Alberge, Alexandra. When she arrived in Santiago we arranged to meet for coffee. It was quite early ( for Spaniards) and so…