I came to Montreal for the first time on a freezing cold day in the fall, with a monstrous heart break and not enough warm clothes. I was pretty sure I was going to fail miserably on a presentation I was giving, but instead I fell in love with a city and some people that will always mean a lot to me. First they scooped up whatever was left of my heart and then we just ate for a week to end.
Needless to say, I’ve been wanting to come back for a while, and with this layover, I met old friends again, and ate some old favorite dishes. Not to mention it was the pretties day of spring I’ve seen in years. I immediately promised myself I would never miss another springtime! Seasons genuinely makes me happy. The baked eggs at Lawrence is an amazing breakfast, the kind of savory meal that just needs some beignets to really make it feel like the weekend. So I ate the beignets, and had some coffee. And some more coffee. We walked everywhere, talked for hours, and then it was time to leave.
East Africa up next, more about that another time.
