is our last full day in Va-Des-Lacs, Canada.
It's windy, blustery, cloudy.
A lot like it has been for the four weeks we've been here.
Except the snow has all melted; the birds are back, and spring has definitely come.
The hills are green, a few wild flowers and perennials have popped up making it lovely.
I've learned a couple of things on this home exchange.
First, I don't like isolation. we are on a small lake (GAGNON) and I can see a few lovely homes situated all around this small lake. However, there's not really a trail to walk around the lake, so everything AND everyone, is at a distance.
The town - if it can be called that - has a little corner market, that is woefully under shelved and seems sorrowful the two times I have gone in there. I was hoping for a chatty saleslady, but they are aloof, unfriendly, and always in a hurry to get to the back room....daytime television watchers, perhaps, on-line gamers....who knows? But they are definitely not interested in chatting with a foreigner from the states.
So, unless we drive somewhere, we sit quietly in the rustic and charming home on the lake. (Because, with spring, has come a plethora of gnats and mosquitoes. Those have entirely prevented me from venturing outdoors the last several days. The minute the door is opened, they attack with a vengeance. It's unbelievable, so that has made this setting a lot less desirable for me.)
For me, I need more human interaction.
The 2nd thing I've learned is that ONE MONTH is entirely too long!
Which is quite ironic, because we've said it before to each other. But we did it again and are doing it in France. Perhaps if we had been in the centre of a city, one month would be okay, but out in the far-away little village, it's difficult.
We've seen some quaint and interesting little places to visit, but not enough to consume one entire month.
So, as a one-time adventure, it was alright, but I'm glad we are saying our good-byes tomorrow.