Day 1-Arrival

I`ve arrived! The hotel has a slow-ish computer in the salon. (See how French I`m sounding already?). The keyboard is odd, many different characters than on a strictly English keyboard. Montreal is kind of chaotic, but organized. Lots of people, most of whom seem to dutifully obey traffic signs and signals. The border crossing was weird, it kind of felt like waiting in a very long and slow line at a tollbooth, yet there was no toll to pay. Instead, we were asked by a pleasant young woman (who appeared to be around my age) in a uniform with a gun strapped to her waistband about any firearms that we might be bringing in with us (none) and what were we doing in Canada (playing tourist).