Welcome back to my blog, more to myself than to anyone else! I have sorely neglected this page over the last ten days or so, but it has been a fun-filled time, which, as time inevitably does, passed much too quickly.
I'm not sure what I wrote in my last entry about Montreal. Probably about first impressions. Second impressions didn't disappoint. Marnie, Jade and I had another good day on our own, visiting the shops and the Quartier Latin, before I went off to the airport to meet Q which, I won't lie, was a great moment! For Jade's last evening the four of us, plus Jeremy and JB, two French guys we met in the hostel went out for some drinks. JB and Jeremy are very good fun, kinda quirky, very amiable and were good friends to make. And good to have some contacts in Montreal now. Q, Marnie and I had fun with them throughout the week - dinner, drinks, card games, bowling, pool and an evening at Montreal Casino. The boys indulged in their shared love of poker whilst Marnie and I wandered round learning how to play various games (with our big, flashing neon signs screaming CLUELESS above our heads), watching the boys play poker for a bit and getting hit on by one very drunk man twice in two different bars. We did however, each win $1.25 - evidence of which is proudly displayed on Facebook :-)
Q and I carried on the quest to bring Ceroc dancing to all parts of the world, including the hostel kitchen, the ice rink and, particularly randomly, the supermarket aisle. We conquered Mont Royal in the park, tried in vain to find a bar showing six nations so played arcade games instead, and got creative in the kitchen trying to make a passable last meal out of kitchen freebie leftovers. Technically it was edible....
I've been back in Toronto for a few days staying with Andy and Shan and it's been good to have some space and quiet before what could be quite a hectic few weeks. Tomorrow, Chris and I are flying to Vancouver, to meet up with Kevin and Ray and get down to finding somewhere to live and work. Can't begin to say how much I'm looking forward to it!
I've got that tense, edgy feeling in my stomach which a long meandering exploration of Markham hasn't shifted. I get this before a big transition or when I'm feeling nervous, although about what, I'm not sure. I'm going with friends and even if I wasn't, despite what I'd instinctively say, I'm actually fairly good at the whole independent travel, meeting new people scene. It's the waiting around that gets me, feeling restless and on my own. I want to be there now, or at least down in the hostel, not here alone. I've realised that despite my prominent independent streak, I much prefer doing things with others, and that doing so isn't a failure on my part to be able to cope solo, but just the way I'm wired. It's a valuable lesson worth learning sooner rather than later I think! And I'm still learning it, and will probably be still learning for a long while yet...
BC and GMT-8 here we come!
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