Life can be fickle and can be crazy, and now I find myself in this beautiful town brilliantly sparkling with snow and culture.I guess this is what happens when you fall in love with a French-Canadian in Asia...
The plan was- well I guess it does not matter what it was, but what it has become. A few months back I was in a beautiful little apartment on the beach in the Philippines. Which...was lovely, and would have been even better if I wasn't missing someone over 7 thousand miles away. Love took me from Asia, to Chicago, then to NYC, then to Montreal.
This city looks like the backdrop to dreams:
Snow covered hills and art museums, churches and graffiti, snowmen and sushi places, layers of brick on brick and magical stained glass, timeless churches and Volkswagens...
The community is French, so once again I have put myself in a position where I MUST learn. To which we should never cease. :)
As the snow is melting I find my Floridian self smiling at the 40 degree weather and more excited than ever for the wonderland that is a Montreal summer. Guess I can get used to the turmoil of twinkling cafe's, BYOB Thai restaurants, maple syrup everything and using hockey sticks as brooms.
