After hearing from so many people that Montreal was like Paris, I was a little surprised that it struck me so similar to Holland. The airport felt like Schiphol, and the landscape was flat, wet, and Dutch. I had a small moment of nervous nostalgia, like an anxious echo.
I left my gear at home again, so this and any successive pictures come from my phone.
Getting unfamiliar money out of the ATM ignited my wanderlust.
There are now three things I want in the world: A 1080p 40inch HDTV (flatscreen or otherwise), a memory foam covered bed, and a trip to a foreign country.