In Honor of Jean-Baptiste...

Jean-Baptiste...the patron saint of French-Canada. I wonder if Texas has a patron saint? Oh well, didn't mean to get this post off to a slow start. To me, three day weekends are like s'mores... they're so good you wonder why you don't have them more often. I, for one, would like to re-vote on the whole 5- work -days to 2- days- off issue. I'm sure there were some hanging chads on more than a few ballots.
Well, we started our first day with wheels driving out to the children's museum. Anxious to beat the crowds, we arrived 5 minutes after opening and we had the whole museum to ourselves. Absent of the usual screaming voices one expects to find in a children's museum, the French version of the Lion King in the background began to sound like crickets chirping, and we were glad when some other visitors finally arrived. At least hakuna matata is still a wonderful phrase in French as well. Wes had a great time... very cool museum if you ever are passing through on your way to Greenland.
As we have alluded to in previous posts, our lives have been somewhat centered around Wes' entertainment. It's hard to believe that kids used to be amused by sticks and dirt. Wes has watched a little more TV here than he is used to at home, and I swear that our Blues Clues DVD runs at least ten minutes shorter per episode since we arrived in Canada. I think its due to the time change (or maybe Canadian taxes), but Amy doesn't believe me.

Sunday we visited Mont Royale, which, (legend has it) is where Mont-real gets its name. The park is really beautiful and the weather was good to us. Basically, Mont Royale is a small mountain/large hill composed of hiking trails, art sculptures, and a lake which is located in the center of town. No, we didn't make it to the summit.
Our new favorite dinner option is to pick up Vietnamese food in Chinatown, which is about a 10 minute walk from the condo. No offense to China, but we are big fans of the Vietnamese spring roll...