Apparently, the way to get more than a few comments on a post is to leave it up for almost a week.

So yeah. The Man and I just returned from a trip to Montreal, where most people speak fluent french and, according to at least one person (ahem), most of the females represent what women are "supposed" to look like.

BTW, if you ever have to make a flight that's more 4 hours, try try try to fly first class. There's a reason that first class exists, and it's not to make all the economy fliers feel like second class citizens. There's a heck of a lot more leg room, they start feeding you the moment you board, they give you headphones instead of making you rent them, and the seats are very adjustable. I've never sat in the front of a plane before. It's kinda neat to be able to get off as soon as the doors open, instead of waiting an extra half hour.

Oh, and I forgot that travelling requires a strong back/legs/feet/everything else. It's a measure of how beautiful the city is and how much I liked the people I met there that I still had a good time despite the discomfort I was in every time I had to stand up.

Poor me. A free trip to a famous city, first class flight, real indian food almost every night, and I still find it in me to complain. Sorry. It's my nature.

On that note, I'm sooooo happy to be home, where I can live out of my dresser instead of a suitcase. Hello world!!