Lor’ Tunderin’ Jaysus …

.. as (poor imitation of accent) they say in Newfoundland.

En plus, chris d’oesti de tabernac de colis … que c’est froid, as they might say in Quebec.

Here I am, an American originally who’s lived in 6 of the Canadian provinces and western Europe (the UK) … freezing my butt off, I kid you not, in Montreal. I’ve been here for the last three days. Today the tempearture hit a HIGH of -25 Celsius.

Lor’ Tunderin’ Jaysus … there, I said it again. I’m somehow these days on a jag of writing and speaking in my cheesy imitations of the vernacular I’ve picked up in various places.

It’s cold … really cold. And stupid me, I ended up walking around in Montreal today for about 2 hours so that I would have to pay a $10 cab fare. I was down to my last toonie (the Candian $2 coin) … incidentally, i’ve always thought the Canadian government and the people should have voted massively to call it the doubloonie.

After all, it is worth two loonies (the Canadian $1 coin).

Aaahhh … tomorrow I fly home to the balmy mediterranean climes of Vancouver … but damn, I love Montreal.