Boston to Montreal

A fairly uneventful day spent almost entirely in transit from Boston to Montreal. It steadily grew colder as we traveled northwards, as emphasized (as if it was necessary) by the ever-increasing cover of snow on buildings and on the roadside. People on the bus were talking often of going home to ski – seemingly for the first time this season. It’s going to be a cold one, methinks!

I think the coldest it reached (before arriving in Montreal) was a balmy 7 degrees – Farenheit – in Lebanon, NH. Gotta love that town name, eh? Bet they’re annoyed at it now!! I can just see it at the airport security checkpoint: “so you’re born in Lebanon I see”. “Wait! It’s Lebanon, New Hampshire!”. “Of course it is, sir … just step right this way …”

Dan met me at the bus station and we went straight back to their apartment. They live fairly downtown – especially for a sprawling metropolis like Montreal – and have an amazing view of Cote-des-Neiges and its cemetery. We had dinner – a really nice Romanian dish of rolls of cabbage and meat, sort-of like Vietnamese spring rolls – and reminisced about our time together in Central America. Not exactly your typical Australia Day, but I never expected that in Canada!