Skype-Friday 11:15 am-
Sarah Clemence, I my afternoon!
and off we went, we breaking by following a difficult week at the office. We agree with Nicolas in the basement of Port Authority austere, ready to go, happy to go. Greyhound has no secrets for me, I initiate Sarah and Nicolas. Bye bye Manhattan skyline from New Jersey, we go on family vacations.
Along the road, the snow is more dense and the cold more biting, but we do not yet tasted by the fog that covers the windows of the bus virtually empty and overheated. Ten hours later, another starry skyline and covered with white all familiar and welcoming.
We fuse layer without heating and without Remi party to a concert, all eager for the next day. Remi received us like kings with fresh bagels and brownies lots of good calories for cold weather. The output is shy and slippery stairs, we go to the center, just to see if there is no life there.
Glagla already, and we go after Thai noodles invigorating the beautiful Mount Royal, under a sky sterile.
Mount Royal is a small forest. We regret not having a sled, but Sarah is comforted with the branches and small squirrels.
We stop a few minutes in the shelter of the ice at Beaver Lake to warm your feet on small heaters designed for this purpose. And we descend to the house under the red sun and fresh.
What we need? Milk, cookies and Nesquik. Championship 6nimmt chocolate and socks in polar hmmm is the holidays. And then it's time for Putin.
Just lying, barely sleeping, hardly raised, hophop, brunch and reunion with Jack Gallo, who was dressed all its little cocks with a small Santa hat for Christmas .
Continuing our momentum high heat cooking, we lockstep pace Rémi Jean Talon Market to buy maple butter dripping. And all we have retained is that Montrealers, they déconnent not with Christmas.
The snow begins to fall in Québecquoises but we're still going to Parc Jean Drapeau, desert, playing like kids do crouich crouich and to throw balls snow.
Chocolate chaud/6nimmt, Episode II and it's already time to leave. Strongly breakfast.
Glagla already, and we go after Thai noodles invigorating the beautiful Mount Royal, under a sky sterile.
Mount Royal is a small forest. We regret not having a sled, but Sarah is comforted with the branches and small squirrels.
We stop a few minutes in the shelter of the ice at Beaver Lake to warm your feet on small heaters designed for this purpose. And we descend to the house under the red sun and fresh.
What we need? Milk, cookies and Nesquik. Championship 6nimmt chocolate and socks in polar hmmm is the holidays. And then it's time for Putin.
Just lying, barely sleeping, hardly raised, hophop, brunch and reunion with Jack Gallo, who was dressed all its little cocks with a small Santa hat for Christmas .
Continuing our momentum high heat cooking, we lockstep pace Rémi Jean Talon Market to buy maple butter dripping. And all we have retained is that Montrealers, they déconnent not with Christmas.
The snow begins to fall in Québecquoises but we're still going to Parc Jean Drapeau, desert, playing like kids do crouich crouich and to throw balls snow.
Chocolate chaud/6nimmt, Episode II and it's already time to leave. Strongly breakfast.
0 comments:
Post a Comment