So, I'm back from five days in Montreal. And I completely pouleted out!
In my defense, everyone whom I greeted in French immediately switched to English, so they had me pegged. I could've insisted, if not for the sheer panic. It got so bad I couldn't even follow in my mother tongue.
But, talk about a cool town. I mean, I'm surprised they didn't turn me away at P.E. Trudeau International. These people must be getting wardrobe subsidies and extensive workin' it training.
I'd definitely love to go back, but I'll give the extreme makeover peeps a shout first.
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