Date Posted:14:18:14 07/29/12 Sun Author:Sylvia Subject: Excerpts from the Perspective of: Karen Deighton
After getting up with high spirits at 4:30 a.m. to leave camp at 5:00, we, the B team ended up leaving 20 minutes later. The drive to Montreal was quiet, as we all lay down with our pillows blowing out the zzzzz's. At Rock Island, we were all shuffled to have another stamp on our passports.
The first stop was changing our money.
The B team had lost Augusti again. Not to worry!
We set off seeing swish shopping areas and watching very image-conscious fashion people walking around for the pose, and feeling incredibly scruffy myself. We were hungry, so we piled into the famous Hard Rock Cafe, where we were observed and passports checked. The meal was good and very filling. Then came the dreaded bill to be sorted which probably took as much time as eating the meal.
[From] the modern side of Montreal, we bravely ventured to the old side of town, and there stood before us the Notre Dame Basilica. What an impressive building!
[Leaving] the cathedral feeling peaceful and relaxed, six of us jumped onto a horse and trap and lazily continued to Montreal. We then wandered down to the flea market where Becky found her bargain shirt which she so proudly wore.
[Then] we all crashed on the grass for an afternoon kip.
We headed to McDonald's, gulped down our food and rushed to meet Bob, our trusty driver.
And to finish such a perfect day, Augusti was even on time, meeting us at the bus.
This was so lovely to find. It's been over 20 years since I was there & wrote the diary of the day.
Camp Farewell will always stay close to my heart & be one of the best experiences of my life.
My trip to America changed me, my occupation & allowed me the chance to travel & meet many lovely people along the way.
I now encourage my 4 children to make the most of life & take every opportunity possible.
I am a great believer in kismet. Although I have never played tennis since.
Karen