After such a grueling day, I was rewarded the opportunity to spend the night and the next morning with my mother’s aunt and uncle, Rhéal and Gemma Desrosiers, in Sainte-Luce. They used to run a bed and breakfast in their place, and, as a grand nephew they met for the first time, I was treated grandly indeed: this must be the heartiest of all the hearty meals I’ve had in my lifetime, and what a breakfast it was. Pancakes with caramel and chocolate and maple syrup, blueberries, strawberries, cookies… name it, I had it.
I was supposed to leave at 1 pm, but the food kept my busy until 3 pm… or so. I left, finally, but my stuffed belly didn’t keep me from cycling my way. I passed by Rimouski, a quaint little town with a beautiful waterfront. I passed by Le Bic, and went through several nice hills — I actually enjoyed going through them. I had the view of the St. Lawrence River, which was gradually narrowing down.
I finally arrived in Trois-Pistoles, with such a gorgeous view of the water — it was unbelievably calm, with such a splendid mirror effect that gave me shivers when I first saw it. I looked for my Uncle Yves and Aunt Dominique, who were meeting me there, after having searched for them for a while. It was so reassuring to be in the presence of family two days in a row. Support is crucial in whatever pain we’re experiencing in our lives. I felt totally supported — I really felt at home with them, which gave me even more courage to go on with my journey, especially because my uncle is going to cycle along!