a peek inside the fishbowl

03 Jan, 2015

Weekend reading: January 3 edition

By andrea tomkins in Weekend reading

On the nightstand, from the Young Adult shelves, The Forsaken: The Forsaken Trilogy

Around this time last year we decided to start a 52-week money-saving jar. You can read more about that here, but to summarize, we socked away an increasing sum of money every week with a goal in mind: a two-night getaway to Fairmont Chateau Montebello over the holiday season. The idea was to leave the chaos of Christmas at home and enjoy some good old family R&R in the form of all the wintery activities they have on offer: skating, dog sledding, cross-country skiing, tubing, and curling, all followed up by steaming mugs of coffee and hot chocolate near the gorgeous six-sided fireplace for which they are so famous:

View of the lounge and the fireplace, Chateau Montebello

I’ve wanted to take off on a Christmas getaway ever since I can remember, and this was it. So, after many months of planning and saving (even the kids contributed to the money jar!) it was finally time to go. Given Ottawa’s winter track record, we assumed there’d be snow on the ground. Ha! Well, there wasn’t. It was a green Christmas, and we were setting out on a trip to a winter wonderland that had winter passed over.

A green Christmas at Chateau Montebello

But that is neither here nor there. It is what it is, and we told ourselves we wouldn’t be disappointed, as there would surely be other things to do.

Chateau Montebello is quite a nice destination, especially for families, and there are a lot of good things going for it. It’s an easy drive from Ottawa, located in a very scenic part of Quebec, and comes with a great history. It was built in 1930 as an exclusive club and playground for the wealthy, and only opened as a hotel for the general public in the 70s. (You can read more about its history on the Wikipedia page.)

The Chateau as night was falling

It’s hard not be awed by the unique architecture. Over 10,000 BC cedars were used in its construction, which took a record four months.

This historical aspect is fascinating to me, but it is also the resort’s downfall. Chateau Montebello is serious need of a thoughtful and loving restoration. My hope is that its recent sale to a Chinese real estate group will result in much-needed upgrades that will bring it back into contention with other high-end resorts.

The price tag kept nagging at me during my stay. On one hand, Chateau Montebello successfullly delivers on the two major markers of a top tier resort: service and dining. Every interaction with staff during our stay, even before and after, was top-notch. This was especially evident with front-line staffers at the reservation desk and in the restaurants. They get top marks for friendliness, willingness to help, and the right amount of attention (which is so important, especially when you’re eating).

The dining side of things practically deserves a post of its own. Our package included breakfasts and dinners. I ordered off the menu for one of our two dinners, and had the buffet for the other. We all ordered the breakfast buffets. The very idea of a breakfast buffet generally conjures up images of rubbery eggs and soggy pancakes, but nothing could be further from the truth in this case. There were numerous hot and cold breakfast staples (pastries, bacon, sausage, cereal, fruit etc), and maple crepes to die for.

Here, on our second morning, we snagged a table in the brighter part of the dining room… yay!

View at breakfast, Chateau Montebello

The buffet dinner on the second night featured an impressive array of foods which catered to multiple tastes and dietary preferences. (Speaking of diets, I don’t think I ever ate so much smoked fish and cheese in my entire life.) Much of the food seems to be locally-sourced, and it was presented with special care and attention, right down to the pizza and breaded chicken for the kids. We all ate very well, to say the least.

So how does this stellar dining and service square with the grotty shower in the pool area? The aging TV set and 1970s harvest gold bathtub in our room? The furnishings, although they may have a charming Canadiana style, made me feel like I was visiting a grandmother’s house in the Black Forest.

I don’t mind paying more for beautiful things and unique experiences, but the price paid – and value received – was out of whack. Which makes me feel like Montebello failed in its promise to us.

There’s a gorgeous old pool at Montebello, but its charm has sadly weathered. Here’s a panorama I shot overlooking the pool which will give you a good idea of the grandeur of the pool and the building.

We spent a lot of time at the pool because there wasn’t much else going on. It needs new tiles in some areas, and refreshed night-time lighting. Showering after our swim reminded me of locker rooms in aging rec centres; pitted grout with spots of mold. And why are there only two showers? And a sauna with a broken temperature dial? It just didn’t square up in my head. I suppose I’m the kind of traveller who expects top-tier amenities if I’m paying top resort prices.

One of the best things we did was book time in the curling rink ($30/30 minutes). We went to a free curling clinic, but it was packed. We knew we wouldn’t have a chance to give it a good try, so we left and booked some ice time of our own. It was a smart move, because it was pretty fun. Thankfully Mark was there to give us some pointers and we all got a few rocks in:

My view from our time curling, Chateau Montebello

We also went on a big walk around the grounds, which are quite pretty.

View of the docks, Chateau Montebello

Manoir Papineau National Historic Site, at Chateau Montebello

During a walkabout near Chateau Montebello

Near where the tubing was supposed to take place,  Chateau Montebello

I was mildly disappointed by the hotel’s lack of organized activities or options for guests who came for the snow. Perhaps I’m asking too much, which is why I’m on the fence about it. I understand that weather is unpredictable, promises of snow tubing can’t be kept if the snow isn’t there, but wouldn’t it be nice if the hotel offered up guests something in exchange? It would be a gesture of good will that would be appreciated and would not have gone unnoticed.

To be honest, I was thankful we didn’t book a third night as I felt like we had run out of things to do.

We did spend some peaceful hours resting by the fire in the lobby. The eldest worked on a puzzle book, and the youngest did some drawing while Mark and I read. For some reason they don’t light all the fires in the six-sided fireplace, which makes it challenging, if not impossible, to snag a couch in front of a lit side. (Although a kind staffer did eventually light a fire near us when we asked.)

Wearing her "reading socks" while at Chateau Montebello

Relaxing near the fireplace, Chateau Montebello

That being said, the lobby area is actually one of the best things about Montebello, where the rooms are generally quite small and families need the room to stretch out. Montebello is very dog-friendly, and even has its own canine ambassador named Monte, who we got to meet.

Monte, the canine ambassador at Chateau Montebello

Seating in this area is plentiful, and not crowded. We saw many families playing board games, and even doing puzzles together in the lobby. These games were available from a small cabinet in the main area, which was also served by a bar (which was perfect). So we were able to enjoy a glass of wine while doing this:

Bilingual SORRY, at Chateau Montebello.

Some folks just curled up with a book or a newspaper, which certainly fits my idea of a great getaway too.

Me, reading, at Chateau Montebello

I do feel a bit silly complaining about our stay, especially in such a public way, but I always want to give the straight goods. I like this place, and I want to like it more than I do because I adore the history of it, and somehow we’ve woven its story into our own.

I should also point out that although I wouldn’t return for an overnight stay, I would definitely come back for the food. As for next year’s holiday trip, I’m thinking taking the train to old Quebec City might be the kind of adventure we’re looking for.

Looking for more info on Montebello? You can check out a few extra photos from our trip here and read traveller reviews of Chateau Montebello on TripAdvisor right here.

The human body never ceases to amaze me. If you repeat the tiniest of physical actions, you will get better at them. Take for example, brushing your teeth with your left hand. If you’re right-handed, and you try it with your left, you’ll find it really awkward at first but the more do you it, the more adept you’ll become. (Try it!)

The same goes for fitness. For a long time, if I was walking the dog alone, I’d run the first hundred steps. It was always a hundred steps – never more, never less. I’d count them out loud.

OK, Piper? Let’s go! One, two, three, four…

(To this day, if I start counting, she starts to run. Isn’t that funny?)

When I first started, 100 running steps was hard to do. But it got easier very quickly. And because I promised myself that I’d only do 100 a day, I never felt bad about not doing more.

As some of you already know I’ve been obsessively counting using my Fitbit One for the better part of a year now. My goal is always 10,000 steps, and I’m usually pretty good about reaching it on a daily basis. I start with a 20 minute walk on the treadmill every morning, no matter what. Other things that boost my step count include parking far from the entrance at the grocery store and making a point of returning my cart. I walk Piper every day. And some days I walk to the grocery store or down to Westboro to grab a coffee. All of these little things add up to one big thing: I have been feeling pretty darn good. I’m no skinny minny, but I am certain it’s contributed a lot to my overall health and well-being. (And for the record, my doctor agrees.)

It took me a long time to stop beating myself up about not being the type of gal who plays Ultimate or goes to the gym or runs a marathon. I’m not that kind of person and I can’t become that person by sheer will. I am, ultimately, a lazy exerciser. My goal back in January 2014 was to do the minimum amount of exercise medical science requires for measurable health benefits, and that’s what I’ve done. The secret is that I can walk every day, and log a regular 10K, is that I actually enjoy walking. And that’s exactly why I’ve decided to step it up.

“ANDREA, you are one lazy girl,” I said to myself.
“I know. But I’m doing SOMETHING. And it’s better than nothing, right?” I replied.
“True. True. I looked it up and learned that people need a minimum of 150 minutes a week of moderate activity, and I’m doing that, which is great.”
“But let me guess, it’s not quite cutting it.”
“Exactly. I don’t think I’m giving the ol’ ticker enough attention. Shouldn’t I be sweating, at least a little?”
“Sigh. Ok. I can tell you are planning something. Spill it.”
“Two words: Interval. Training.”
“…”

So after talking it out with myself, I decided I had to add some intervals to my daily treadmill routine. The past few mornings have gone something like this:

  • Four minutes of brisk walking
  • 45 seconds of running as fast as I can
  • Four minutes of brisk walking
  • 45 seconds of running as fast as I can
  • Four minutes of brisk walking
  • 45 seconds of running as fast as I can
  • Four minutes of brisk walking
  • 45 seconds of running as fast as I can
  • Brisk walking to cool down, for as long as I can go, time/energy permitting.

In case you’re picturing me as some kind of graceful treadmill gazelle, let it be known that I have to work really hard at not falling off at the end of each running part as I clutch at the handlebars and try to decrease the speed without wiping out or flying off the treadmill. (Note to self: I need to program my intervals into the friggin’ treadmill ASAP.) We’re not talkin’ smooth moves here.

Related: This is going to sound totally morbid, but I have actually pictured myself lying on a hospital bed strapped to a beeping monitor; sick with some kind of illness as my children look on, feeling lost and helpless. Mark is devastated. The doctor has cold hands. The food is terrible. My gown is drafty and super unflattering…. etc etc. Basically, it’s awful. Why am I here? What could I have done to change things, and make myself stronger, healthier? As my future self looks back on her life, the only thing she wishes is that she took a few minutes every day to honour her body and take better care of it when she was able to do so.

Running for four measly intervals of 45 SECONDS every day? Future self, you are worth it.

When I did my intervals yesterday I counted the number of steps I ran in 45 seconds and it was just over 100, just like I used to do when I walked the dog.

(What really solidified my thoughts on this issue was this article I found on the Weighty Matters Facebook page. Go read it and let me know what you think.)

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The Obligatory Blurb

My name is Andrea and I live in Ottawa with my husband Mark and our dog Sunny who is kind of a big deal on Instagram. During the day I work as a freelance writer. I am a longtime Ottawa blogger and I've occupied this little corner of the WWW since 1999. The Fishbowl is my whiteboard, water cooler, and journal, all rolled into one. I'm passionate about healthy living, arts and culture, travel, great gear, good food, and sharing the best of Ottawa. I also love vegetables, photography, gadgets, and great design.

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