Monday morning I drove about five hours to JFK Airport in New York City to pick Dad up. From there we drove another three hours to some place called Glen Falls (or something like that), in upstate New York, where we stayed the night. Tuesday morning we drove the rest of the way to Montreal, straight to the temple, where we met President and Sister Galbraith. After everyone left for the afternoon they gave us a little tour of the temple. We went to a Lebanese restaurant for lunch (yum) and then visited a farmer's market. We all attended the 7:30 session at the temple and I went through the session in Arabic. That was fascinating to me. After all these years working with Arabic in the context of politics, military, religious extremism, terrorism, etc, the celestial Arabic was amazing. After the session we all went back to their place, had a very late (and tasty) dinner with ice cream and strawberries for dessert, and then fell sound asleep.
Montreal Temple
A crow talking to Moroni
Me (or is it "I"?) :)
Dad
Looking out at the St. Lawrence waterway from Pres. and Sis. G's apartment.
Wednesday morning we got up, helped clean the temple (that was a first for me), and then wandered around Montreal a bit. This is the Olympic Park. They had the Olympics here back in 1978.
The view from the tower at Olympic Park
And of course we had to try some local food. This is "poutine." It's French fries covered in gravy and that delicious cheese that almost squeaks in your mouth while you chew it. I had mine with pieces of chicken too.
Then we walked to a little place to eat the Queue de Castor (Beaver Tail). It's like a long, flat scone with cinnamon and sugar on it.
I had the one with cream cheese, little pieces of Score bar, and chocolate on it. It was really good, but oh so sweet!
At the temple with Pres. and Sis. Galbraith
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