Montreal, part deux

I have to say, Montreal is much more fun to visit when it's not single digits outside.

We had a great time. We revisited Au Pied de Cochon, went to Brasserie T! and drank ice wine, drove to the top of the mountain to see the view, and ate four different varieties of poutine (including foie gras poutine). Our B&B was a little...eccentric; the owner was one of those old French dudes, whippet-thin, with wild straggly long gray hair, overgrown toenails, and the smell of a horse barn in July. The B&B itself was nice enough, a converted old Victorian townhouse. We had to share a bathroom, but since we were there on a Sunday and a Monday night, there weren't really any other people to share the bathroom with. And it was around the corner from the subway, and it was cheap.

H loved the subway, and seemed to have a good time overall. He tried way more new things than I thought he would (including foie gras), and we didn't have to resort to the jar of peanut butter and loaf of bread I brought just in case. He flies back tomorrow. He's still a bit of a handful (it never occurs to him to change his clothes, shower, or brush his teeth; it's a constant battle to get him to eat anything green), but I can see definite upward improvement. He's also showing much more personality, which is heartening.

Now, of course, I'm already ready for the next vacation. I'm back to working all the time, waking up tired and sore. The good news is that the car won't need new tires for probably at least another 10,000 miles; the bad news is that DH is still stuck in unemployment limbo, waiting to hear back from various companies. The place in Silicon Valley is asking for another interview; I think they want a Skype interview but he's pushing for them to fly him out for a face-to-face.

If nothing changes on the job front soon, I think I may take a week or so next month to visit my sis and the new baby and New Orleans.