Just came back from a lovely weekend in Bromont. Bromont is a lovely little place in the Eastern Townships, roughly an hour east of Montreal.
We first came here for our honeymoon, our wallets were pretty light from the wedding. Max’s sister found us a luxurious condo for cheap, and we spent a week just reading, eating, and resting. The beauty of this town is that there isn’t much to do, but you’re at the foot of Mont Brome and surrounded by rolling hills and thick forests. Doing nothing but admiring the general splendour of the place is the thing to do.
Since then, we’ve been back every year for our anniversary. We always stay in a condo in the same area, have a fancy meal out but also have burgers and beers at Brouemont, and (my personal favourite) spend a day at Balnea Spa. I can’t swim, but a couple of hours spent reading by the private lake at Balnea is just as good (funny enough, Max actually got bit by a fish while swimming there this weekend. Maybe I’m better off out of the water!).
This weekend marked our two-year anniversary. Compared to couples with 25 or 50 years under their belt, two seems so small. But knowing what God has worked in our lives up til now, it was reason enough to celebrate.
P.S. Yeah, that’s Max painting with chocolate at the Festival du Chocolat, and him standing beside our dream car.