Parlez-Vous French?
Still in 1995 we are leaving Ottawa today for a few days in Quebec on our way up the St Laurence Sea Way. I had done my homework on language when flying and knew it was supposed to be all in English if that is what I needed. We were flying into the Main airport in Montréal, so I was nervous. What I did not understand at this point in how much I depended on pilots ahead of me in line to understand what is going to happen next! The controllers and pilots are all speaking French! When they want to talk to me, they spoke in perfect English. This was not a big issue because I had prepared well, but something I never forgot. The next two days we enjoyed Montreal (the Worlds Fair had been there a few years earlier) and moved on to Quebec City.
Quebec City is one of the oldest settlements in North America and quite stunning with the cliffs and forts. Old elevators that lifted you up the cliffs to get around the city. Deb’s Grandfather was French Canadian, so it is more meaningful to her. I was ready to go after two days and not much flying. Tomorrow we leave for The Maritimes.
