A couple of weeks ago, I took a vacation to Montreal and Quebec City. Two very beautiful cities. As much as I liked my run in Montreal, I fell in love with my two runs in Quebec City. Artillery Park has a nice set of "nature trails" that help the early morning joggers beat the heat.
Quebec City has a very strong French influence, much more so than Montreal. Everything started in French and then quickly moved to English once they heard my French. I think they appreciated that I tried.
Anyway, about 10 years ago (yikes, it's been that long??), I had 3 years of French in high school. I still remembered a lot of it, so I was able to at least understand the questions even if I wasn't able to respond all that well. While most of the questions surrounded food, my favorite phrase came from a run my first morning in Quebec City.
As I was running out of the park, saying "bonjour" to everyone I passed (see? I'm trying), a french gentleman ran passed me and said "what a great day to be alive" (in French, of course). Since my brain hadn't processed it yet, I just yelled "oooooouuuuuiiiiiii" as I passed him. It took me a second to translate it and then I smiled all the way back to the hotel. What a great day to be alive, indeed!
I've mentioned in the past how much I love running when I travel, and I always take my camera. Below are some pictures from the trail, a larger view of the park, and then some famous hotel (the name of which escapes me).