Tuesday, April 10, 2012

I is for Incline

When we arrived we did the stupidest thing any born and raised flat land prairie kids could do. We signed a lease for an apartment at the top of a hill.


Okay so it's not quite the Matterhorn. But sure as heck feels like it some days. 





And those pictures are only part of the hill we live on. Walking DOWN the hill to the train station or the grocery store is no big deal. It's down hill. But up hill from the train station or the grocery store is another ball game. Thank jebus for the bus at the train station that I'm fairly convinced exists only because no one really wants to walk up that hill.

When we first moved in we didn't know about the bus. Nope. The day we took possession I took some of our stuff to the apartment but not all of it. The next day as John trundled off to work I left the hotel we had been living in for 2 weeks for the last time with the rest of our stuff. I dragged ALL of our remaining luggage up the hill by myself. ALL of it. That was two suitcases, a backpack and my purse. Also please remember we took our luggage size and weight limits to the absolute max as allowed by Air Canada. It was a really hot day in August. I briefly considered divorcing John as I trudged up the hill. I am fairly sure I cried.

That night he told me about the existence of the bus route that leaves from the train station going up the hill.

I almost killed him. Pin It Now!

8 comments:

  1. Killing him would have been the cheaper option (only the lawyers come out ahead on that one), plus you get to live the rest of your life on someone else's dime. Three squares and a roof over your head. Wait 'til you get to do the Conegliano hill from the train station to the monestary. The only advantage is that you can stop for an espresso at the station for fortification, next there is another cafe which has an incredible cappuccino with toast (this is different than our toast), then you amble a little further to the piazza where they have a few tables with umbrellas set up and the prosecco is some of the best around (they drink it like water here and think it's nothing special since you are in the heart of the prosecco region). After fanning myself a little with my panamanian dictator's straw hat, I make the last assault on the hill and have a shower once I get to my room. It is an arduous trek, but there are pleasantries along the way.

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    1. Your hill sounds nicer than my hill daddy.

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  2. Funny post. You struggled uphill under a weight in unbearable conditions, only to find you could have taken the easy way. This is what life's all about. I live half-way up a very steep hill. I used to walk it with ease in my younger days. Now, for exercise, I push my walker ahead of me up the hill and down again to the stares of passing drivers and passengers, who hardly travel any faster than I do. I pretend they're not there and carry on regardless.

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    1. Indeed Francene I didn't realize the life lesson I was learning at the time. But isn't that always the way. I walk up the hill for fun these days or when I realize it will be faster to walk then to wait for the bus.

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  3. You are hilarious.

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  4. Despite the hill and difficult climb, it looks like a beautiful place.

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