It is so damn cold here in Montreal. It is not really even winter yet. The moisture makes it feel colder than it is.  Montreal is surrounded by water. It was worse in the summer. I had to change shirts 20 times a day, damnit.

I start training at Underdog tomorrow, that gives me the day to pickup groceries and such. I think I will stop at the IGA. Where do I find an IGA in Montreal?

That is sarcastic, by the way. There is an IGA on every other block. IGA is to Montreal, what Tim Horton’s is to Hamilton!

One thing about being in Quebec is that stores face all of the products with the French label out. I like to piss them off by turning the English side out. Yeah, I know, its a bit childish, but I need my fun.

I am surprised at the prices in Montreal. The cost of living is so much lower than Toronto. Wow, a liter of milk is $1.57 ! You can’t even get a half-liter for that in Toronto.

I picked up some milk, bread and some other stuff, so I don’t have to eat out all the time. Although, food in stores is less, most restaurants are ridiculously expensive.

Let’ see, I have lait, pain, oeufs, salade, and a couple of unhealthy snacks that I won’t mention. Maybe I’ll pick up some bottles of l’eau as well. While in a French culture, do as the French do. Drink bottled water.

I went to line up at the cash, and they actually had all of the cashiers open. Wow. You never see that in Toronto!

“Bonjour”, The cashier said with a smile, “Souhaitez-vous un sac?”

“Oui.”, I replied.

“S’il vous plaît, quatorze-soixante-sept”, she said politely.

Sometimes, trying to be biligual, especially while you are still learning one of the languages, gets confusing.

I replied, “Okay, thank you.” Aw, shit. I blew that one.

She then repeated in English, as if nothing had happened, “Fourteen-sixty-seven, please.”

I handed her a ten and a five.

She gave me the change, and politely said, “Thank you, sir.”

I went back to my room to put away the groceries, then decided to go out for a while.

I was so worked up, I could not just stay still.

I walked over to Berri-UQAM Station. I think I’ll go to the Museum of Modern Art.  Don’t mistake me for one of those art geeks. Art galleries are un-macho. However, the modern art is really cool. It is mostly made of film and video, and electronic arts. In a way it is art for the AV nerds. Which is fine. That is not too un-macho.