today is the coldest day in quebec yet. thankfully, it is my very last. i woke up & my weather app declared it was -8*C but it felt like -15*C. yeah, well, newsflash at that temperature you can’t feel anything — so who decides these things? after scraping ice off my windshield and yanking on my frozen door until it opened, i was ready to start the drive to montreal from quebec city.
those two hundred and thirty kilometres on the road seemed like twenty. i had all the necessary ingredients for a beautiful drive: i had the sun shining. i had 85% dark chocolate in the glovebox. i had an apple in my purse. i had great music on my iphone. most importantly, i had some really impressive dance moves when israel houghton was singing. it can be fun to be alone.
when i arrived in montreal late this morning, i had to try just one more cafe recommended by a friend. that’s where i am writing this now: empty coffee cup beside me [that formerly held a long pour espresso] and a half-full glass of water. bon iver playing over the speaker system. i checked in online for my morning flight & answered some emails. now, i’m off to enjoy one last afternoon and evening here before home. oh, beautiful home.
[embarrassing fact: i have never liked the song “home” by michael buble. earlier on the drive i was listening to his album and found myself singing along and loving it. turns out i like that song after three weeks away. when i’m home i think it’s sappy & dumb. wow, i am learning so much about myself here, hey?! hahah.]
this is the only photo i have of myself from all three weeks here. kandise emailed it to me. ;)