I apologize for the late posting. It took me quite a while to wade through all the photos. We spent three days in Mont Tremblant, around 140km away from our place. While Mont Tremblant is most famous for ski resorts, the summer weather allowed us to enjoy the outdoors without the bulky sweaters.



We parked at the basement. Then Raf grabbed by arm and pointed to a van across our parking slot.

We arrived nine-thirty in the morning, way ahead of our 4pm check in time. We wasted no time exploring the village. First stop: a breakfast place!


The kids were served milk while waiting for their food. Raf was still a bit sleepy here but his eyes lit up when his plate came — three eggs, cooked sunny side up! (Trivia: “Egg” was the third word Raf learned to say when he was a baby, after Mama and Dada, though he pronounced egg as “ek” back then. “Oeuf”, which means egg, is also the third word he learned in french, after Merci (thank you) and Sortie (exit).
Marco was already uppity here. He secretly gobbled the free candies he found at the hotel lobby.





Past our hotel is Rue Des Remparts.

























KQOTD. The boys started school last Thursday. Yesterday , Raf came home and said, “Mommy, today is Vendredi!” (Vendredi is Friday) Yikes! The boys are starting to speak French. On their first day, they came home counting 1-10 in French. Ooops, roommate and I have to catch up, otherwise the boys will have their own secret language.