Now that we've found love what are we gonna do

The road across Canada is long. Four adults and one child, two tents, four sleeping bags, an air mattress, four backpacks and a suitcase full of toys crammed into a stylish Subaru station wagon for the journey from Montreal to Halifax. Jocelyn played the quintessential host at her cottage at Trois Rivieres. Is there really a bird called the Uruburu? We looked but could not find it as we headed northward towards the great city of Quebec.

We celebrated the arrival at Edmundston with a feast at Tim Horton's. Soup, bagels and a dozen donuts kept us going as we searched for a cheap and comfortable place to stay the night. Each of us silently agreed as Sasha told us, "Mummy, I can't spend all day in the car."

We ordered breakfast in English in New Brunswick, the only officially bilingual province in Canada. I ate french toast with/avec bacon and/et eggs. We all drank coffee. We passed forest after forest, the longest covered bridge in the world, some intriguing marshes, more forest, and finally reached Halifax, land of comfortable houses, manicures and boats that can drive along the road.

We are happy to be here.