Greyhound it back to Montreal
14.02.2010
I slept in and then went downtown in the afternoon. I never went skating the whole weekend, but I had been lugging my skates around nevertheless, like a dutiful Golden retriever.
Back on the bus they go, say goodbye to Owen and then I end up in Montreal a lot earlier than I expected.
When lots of people are going to a certain place, usually they will herd you all onto the same bus and then speed that bus along to your destination. Luckily, there were a bunch of people going to Montreal, so we managed to miss a bunch of little towns in New England and head straight over to Montreal.
So, I got there early, called Eva up, who was surprised to hear from me so soon, and she awesomely picked me right up and then I went straight to bed!
Her hot water heater had been on the fritz so I didn't get a shower, but honestly, who cares. The bed was lovely.
One thing though! I had a crazy dream. A false awakening, I dreamed I woke up and there was a young girl sitting on the end of my bed. She was saying something to me but I was straining to hear/understand. Then I woke up. Freaky right? I thought it was a ghost!
