I've unpacked my luggage (thankful a bottle of wine didn't break!), done the laundry, resumed my routine and yet my 7 day excursion to Montréal still is at the forefront of my mind, and will be for a long time, I imagine. There's so much to tell, I don't really know where to begin. This could be a long post, so go make a cup of tea and grab a snack (leftover Halloween candy maybe?) and curl up with me for a bit. I suppose I should begin at that moment when I first saw the city I left so long ago. We descended over soccer fields and rows of brick houses; trees with amber leaves still clinging. A friend met me at the airport - I hadn't seen her since 1998, when I was a nanny for her small children - now grown young men. What a way to age oneself - seeing kids you once used to read Goodnight Moon to now in University writing essays and all that fun stuff. That afternoon and the next we walked and walked, me finding the rhythm in my step I once had when I was a fresh-faced young art student living away from home for the first time. I saw some old haunts (my first apartment!), and ate all the good stuff you eat while in Montréal - almond croissants, bagels (oh the bagels!) and smoked meat sandwiches. It was totally glutinous, but I figured since I was walking so much, the calories didn't count. Logical thinking, yes?
