Dear reader, I'm painfully aware of the tedium inflicted by endless reports of one's summer vacation. I don't want to be that person. I simply want to say a few sentences about each city we visited, then return to my post of endless carpooling, scrubbing toilets, and periodic escapes to the desert.
Besides, it's not even endless. One day I'll no longer have a reason to drive carpool and that will be a bittersweet day, indeed.
The toilets, I suspect, will always be there and believe me when I say that kind of loyalty does not go unnoticed.
But Montreal, dear reader. Montreal!
Do you even realize we have Montreal on the North American continent? Only one of the oldest and most vibrant cities to grace the New World??
It's utterly fantastic! I cannot say enough of the charm, the remarkable feat of a city (and province) where French is the first language in a vast sea of anglophones, the wonder of cobblestone streets and fortress-like buildings dating back to the 1600's, of history, multiculturalism, tantalizing food, museums, and joie de vivre as far as your legs will take you.
It meant so much to take my family there, to show them another part of my homeland, to eat too many croissants, bask in their over-appreciation of my limited French, get swept away by thunderstorms, wander the most amazing Insectarium, discover a little tin soldier and his black swan, cheat at cards, fight the humidity with ice cream, and marvel at the goodness of spending all these moments together.