Where the streets have no name

Cause french names don't count.


I'm finally back from my trip to Montreal. The days were long and exhausting. For the ones following the blog, I was in Montreal just in March. I've been away alot in the last month, but at least I get to stay in nice hotels and eat good meals!

It's got modern decor, free wireless internet, continental breakfast and the fluffiest blankets ever! I wanted to steal it! The shower there was also... interesting. It shares a glass wall with the room so that one can watch someone else shower from the bed. Or as I would like to think of it, allows you to watch TV from the shower. One of the coolest hotels I've been in, but I was glad to go home on Friday...

Or so I thought. We left for the airport and got there much earlier than I had planned so I thought we were home free! But the first kink came when our auto check-in dealy failed and the screen ordered us to report to the green triangle line. Of course, we were not alone and the line-up at the green triangle had already surpassed the length of the crowd control/herding cords. We then spent the next couple of hours inching towards the front, trying not to listen to the bits and pieces of information coming from the crowd. It was tempting to start my own rumour and see it spread like wildfire. It was that or pull the fire alarm.

Our flight was canceled. Alot of flights were canceled. All flights through Ottawa was canceled due to weather. Weather. Which means Air Canada doesn't care or feel they should do anything. Fortuneately, we were traveling on behalf of the company and had access to a travel agent that made other arrangements. The new flight was the next day though, and only to Calgary. So we had to retire to the hotel again, eat the continental breakfast (this time with sausages), fly to Cowtown and drive a rental car home late Saturday. Phew, it was good to be home after all that!