Snow Way!

So it turns out that it snows in Canada.

There is snow sitting on my skylight (:

I Will Miss Summer When It Ends

Celebration

I usually buy one of these when I’m at the markets. At Jean-Talon, at least, there are usually several vendors who sell them (and at least one at Atwater, also. Although the one I got from there cost twice as much. Ouch). Having a selection of all sorts of berries is such a marvelous thing, indeed.

In New Zealand, I am accustomed to a punnet of raspberries or blackberries costing around about NZ$5 (blueberries and strawberries are much more reasonable; and there aren’t a lot of gooseberries about). So it’s completely amazing to be able to get so many delicious berries for so little money – That tray was a whole CA$4.

I’ve probably eaten more raspberries and blackberries in the past two months than I have in, gosh, probably the past eight years; and quite possibly longer.

Not Dead. Still Alive.

I’m mostly still alive, at least. The weather, across the past week, I will have you know, has been the kind of weather that kills a person like me. By being hot and humid. I had expected to be killed by the winter; so this being killed by summer thing is a fascinating surprise.

I meant to post this yesterday, on the tenuously significant two month anniversary of my arrival in Canada. Today is just as good. I guess.

The Hostel Doorstep in Montreal

Since last I posted, I spent a couple of weeks in Toronto, a couple of weeks in Montréal, a few days in Edmonton, and another week in Vancouver.

I’ve also been on rollercoasters. Lots of rollercoasters. I did, I will have you know, ride rollercoasters in three different timezones in less than three weeks. Going on a rollercoaster safari wasn’t something I had particularly planned, mind you.

There have also been lots of concerts. Lots and lots. Montréal has had Death Cab For Cutie, Cut/Copy, British Sea Power, Long Blondes and Los Campesinos!. Toronto had Foals, The Constantines and Creature. Vancouver had the previously mentioned Blitzen Trapper, Fleet Foxes, Teenagers and Handsome Furs. Nice.

I’ve also been to theatre, museums, galleries and parks.

Which brings us to now.

I have started to learn French. J’écris un peu, et de parler un peu. Yeah.

I’m living in Montréal, now. Which is a little surprising since I was thinking about living in either Toronto or Vancouver. But that’s just how these things go, sometimes.

This is one of my favourite places in Montréal. I don’t know where it is. I went to where I thought it was, but it wasn’t there:
Somewhere near a subway station...

This week I started working at another start-up. I’m doing some pretty interesting Java stuff with a really great client. I’m totally stoked that there’s a MacBook Pro on my desk (:

For now, I’m living in a really nice furnished studio apartment where interesting things happen. As nice as it is, I should really find somewhere a little cheaper. That said, ignoring exchange rates, it’s about the same as it cost me to live at Oriental Bay.

This is from my balcony:
lightning

The people here are, on the whole, exceedingly nice. I should really acquire one.

Oh. Oh My.

I am going to be computer-less for the next month or so.

Eep!

In the interests of informativeness, this is where I will be for the next month or so:

April 25th -> I Fly to Toronto, until..
May 9th -> I catch a Train to Montreal, until..
May 23rd -> I Fly to Edmonton, until..
May 26th/27th -> I catch a Train to Vancouver

Obligatory Update

Flight from Wellington to Auckland involved a window seat.

Sunset

And a sunset.

The flight from Auckland to Vancouver, however, did not involve a window seat.

In any case, I arrived in Canada. My baggage arrived in Canada. My baggage and I were reunited in Canada.

Marvelous.

Then I had to go leave my baggage while I stood in a queue for, uh.. an hour and a half.

But it’s okay! After queueing for an hour and a half I have a work permit which is valid until April 10, 2009. And when I finished with that, my baggage was where I left it.

Nice.

I found a taxi. The taxi person took me where I wanted to go. No drama ensued. It cost me $30. That kicks the ass of trying to deal with the weirdness of foreign country buses.

I find it distressing at a deep level that people here drive on the wrong side of the road; but, I think, I notice more that they are sitting on the wrong side of the car. I’m also not sure if it’s a quirk of this hotel, but on/off switches also seem to be opposite.

Turns out the hotel also has free wireless. Awesome.

Balcony View

And I can see stuff from the balcony.

Also: I am able to carry all of my possessions unaided. Clumsily, but unaided. I feel like perhaps I still dragged far too much stuff with me (I think I had ~38kg of checked luggage).