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The Importance of Trip Planning

02 Sep
The Importance of Trip Planning

We left Ile Aux Perroquets on July 14. And after that, we would be going to Perce in the Gaspesie region. I knew we’d have to take a ferry though I didn’t know how long the ferry ride would be. I also didn’t know that I should make a reservation to ensure we’d be able to cross. I assumed it would be like the ferry we took across to Tadoussac. And all I could think about was having to call to make reservations. Would I be able to communicate with the person? How much would this call cost me? I was using my Saudi number. Yikes! Louise, our hostess, suggested I also check the available trips. So I also wondered if we’d miss the ferry and therefore be stuck somewhere with no hotel reservation. I was calmly freaking out. When we got to the mainland and to the office, we asked Jeff to make the reservation for us. He did it. Yes!!! We had a reservation for 6pm which meant we wouldn’t reach Perce until well after dark. But, at least we wouldn’t be stuck somewhere.

I contacted the hotel where we’d be staying to inform them that we’d be arriving very late. The last thing I needed would be to get there and still be stuck because there’s no one there for us to check in. Whew!

We got in line to park the car on the ferry. It was a ginormous boat. Once we got inside, we paid the balance for the reservation and sat comfortably for the two-hour trip across. It began raining so the view from the window wasn’t anything to write home about. My husband got up in search of coffee because he’s a coffee junkie and it’s all that matters in life apparently. While he was searching for coffee, I sat watching “something”. That’s all I can say about it because I didn’t have a clue what I was watching nor did I understand it. 🙂 Good times!

Once we got closer to arriving, apparently announcements were made. We simply took cues from the people around us and followed along. We got up and headed to the car. When we reached the stairs and the elevator, we all debated about which level the car was actually on. While doing so, a man walked by and stopped. He was quite friendly. He was making a feeble attempt to talk to my husband. Oh the joys of not being able to communicate with someone. He was asking him if we’re going to Gaspe. I was able to understand that, but my husband was unable to understand even me at that point. He was focused on the man’s words and focused on telling him that he didn’t understand. I tried to tell him, but to no avail. The man was so enthusiastic as he asked, and I kept trying to tell my husband to say “Perce”. But they kept having the same exchange.

Man: Are you going to Gaspesie? But in French of course.

My husband: I don’t understand. I don’t speak French.

After witnessing this several times, I raised my voice to say, “Perce.”He was seemingly satisfied with that and wished us a pleasant trip. It was a view into what was to come. But, that was fine with me. I rather enjoyed our “adventures” with French.

We finally made it off the ferry and were headed toward Perce. It should have been about a 2-3 hour drive. But that’s for people who know where they’re going and what they’re doing. We got on the road, and we at least knew we were heading in the right direction. Miles and miles of coastline. It was beautiful. We were able to see one of the prettiest sunsets I’ve ever seen. It was not feasible to stop, so I took a picture from the window.

I did my best to make sure my dad was paying attention. My best wasn’t good enough. We missed a turn and instead of trying to turn around, he continued along the same road. It was foggy at times and foggy and rainy at times. On top of all of that, it was pitch black out. It felt like we were the only people on the road. Wait, I think we were the only people on that road. It was pretty scary. Being the paranoid person I am, I kept worrying that we’d find ourselves in the water and never to be found again. My mom was most definitely boiling inside, but I tried my best to convince her to just hold it in.

We managed to make it to the hotel around midnight. Maybe it was later. It was probably later. But who cared at that time? We were just happy that we made it there safely despite the scary conditions.

All of this might have been different if only I had planned things a little better. What’s done is done. What else can I say about it?

Live and learn, friends. Live and learn.

 

 

 

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