…so my brain doesn’t seize up as quickly when speaking to a beautiful Québecoise. (Why, yes, I spent my long weekend in Montréal.)
I went there for a regional gathering of Esperanto speakers. We saw movies, had presentations, went out to dinner, walked all over Old Montréal (which I hadn’t really explored or learned the history of before, though matt_mcl and I did visit it a couple of months ago), visited museums, and picnicked in the beautiful park that covers Mount Royal.
The view is wonderful from the Mountain: the city at the foot of the slope; beyond it a vast green plain with the great river flowing through it; the rounded and forested Montergian Hills (of which Mount Royal is one) stepping off towards the horizon; and far far to the southeast, across the US border and blue in the distance, the outliers of the Appalachian Mountains.
The weather was gorgeous on Saturday and Monday: warm sun and a cool wind that stopped everything beom becoming overheated. (On Sunday, it was colder and it rained, but that was okay, because we spent most of the day inside.)
If there had been the oppurtunity, I would have asked the charming guide at the George-Étienne Cartier museum for a date. But, alas, she was at work, and we were just another group of anonymous visitors speaking some odd language or other. :: le sigh ::
I rode the Metro, spent some time learning about Drupal, and acquired a dictionary. I even discovered interest in solar-powered houses, and may speak about them there next year.
The only problem is, next year, we in Toronto are hosting the regional gathering, and somehow we have to outdo the Montrealers…