I am back in Boston. Yesterday evening I took the bus from Montréal, and after an eight hour drive I eventually arrived at home to take Canavar into my arms. I actually loved the city of Montréal very much. After Toronto in summer it is the second time this year that I went to Canada – and the country is so different in comparison to the U.S. At the same time both cities I have visited so far seem quite different from each other to me. Montréal is in francophone Québec – and even though I haven’t been to France often, the culture felt quite French to me. Although that might have mostly been due to the fresh croissants and pains au chocolat I could buy everyhwere. It is nice though being in an area where people don’t condemn carbs. Instead there are plenty of little bakeries and independent cafés in Montréal. Really perfect for me. I contemplate to travel to Canada once more over the Thanksgiving holidays. Until then I have about 2,000 photos to sort, a big bowl of marple sirup butter to eat, and three books in French to read. I better start soon because Thanksgiving is only about a month away.
|Read| The Ship of the Dead
|Listened to| nothing in particular
|Done| took the train from NYC to Montréal, stayed in Montréal until Saturday
|Eaten| poutine, Canadian bagels, crepes, pains au chocolat
|Drunk| water, coffee, cider
|Thought| Could anybody please offer me a job in Montréal?
|Been happy| yes, and even more when I lay in the jakuzi on the rooftop of my hostel in Montréal
|Laughed| there were two of us watching how men approached women in a pub on Friday night – and didn’t succeed
|Desired| to stay longer in Canada
|Bought| three books in French, maple sirup butter, a few small things at Yves Rocher, a sweater
|Clicked| I used Google Maps a lot