There’s something I’ve been wanting to do ever since I moved to Alberta in 1995. I’ve flown back and forth to Montreal countless of times but never drove to my native city. When I first moved to Alberta, my friend and I took the train to Winnipeg where we were given a ride to Banff by another friend of mine. But that doesn’t count because we didn’t get to stop along the way and see much of Canada.
Next Friday I’m packing my two kids, who are seven and 10, a tent, sleeping bags into my Kia Rondo and giving myself seven days to arrive in la belle province. We’re going to stop along the way to see old friends of mine and on the return trip, my dad is helping with the driving and it will be his chance to see the country.
As a Montreal native living in Edmonton, I am frequently asked where should people eat while visiting the gastronomic delight of a city. I figured it would be easier to write this blog post and have it handy when I do get this question again.
It’s not very often that I write about my family so when my blog group proposed the topic of community, I had to think a while from which angle I would approach this post.
I grew up not only with two parents and a sister but an extended family who is essentially my second parents and siblings. My mother is very close with her two sisters. And each of these sisters have two children who I consider as my brother and sisters. One sister lives with her family in the Maryland area while the other lives in Toronto.
Do labels define us or limit who we are? I think both but it shouldn’t necessarily be that way. As a society, a community and as individuals we are constantly evolving.
Consider our province. Alberta is known as a Conservative redneck and oil rich province to Canadians across the country. But if you examine Alberta’s history, it has changed over the last 100 years. Immigrants came to farm and homestead and it was only the discovery of oil in 1947 in Leduc that our province’s focus shifted.
Growing up in Montreal, I had civic pride but didn’t have many ways to communicate this. Montreal is a beautiful city, has great food and has a fascinating history. As a teen, I loved to play tour guide to visitors. That was my outlet how to voice the love of my native city.