My friend Melissa sent me a message asking me if my blog was on permanent hiatus because I haven’t posted in a while. I told her I didn’t have anything of interest to share with the world, and that Facebook and Twitter are getting the best of me. But here I am, on this beautiful Spring morning, with a little blog post about this weird feeling of longing for Québec.

I don’t know how it started. I suppose it was after seeing a Facebook friend’s photos of her recent trip to Trois-Rivières. It looks snowy and very cold, but I found myself thinking about the beautiful landscapes and the laid-back life people have there. I’ve been also thinking about how much I loved to take walks on the border of the Saguenay river and the Sundays I spent at the Pointe-Taillon Park on the Saint-Jean lake. I thought of my friends, the house where I lived, the snow fights, the cookouts, etc. And then I realized that while I felt rather lonely there, I will always think of that year in Saguenay as a wonderful experience.

They say that once you’ve fallen down somewhere, that’s where you’re going to stay. I fell on my butt not once but twice while I was in Chicoutimi. Both times on the same icy stairs outside the house (and to this day people still ask me why I didn’t sue the landlord). The pain of those two falls was there for a long time and my tailbone kept reminding me of how silly it all was. Anyway… I didn’t stay in Saguenay, but I remember the place with longing sometimes. Mostly because of the landscapes and nature in general… it is such a beautiful region!

I don’t know if I could go back to Quebec, mostly because John hates Winter with passion. I don’t mind the cold or the snow; you kind of get used to it. But I definitely want to go on vacation and show my husband what a wonderful place it can be during the warmer months.