I reserved a car for the long weekend, and the first thing we did after picking it up was to track down the first Taco Bell to open in the Montreal area. Prior to this, the closest one was a two hour drive. As it was, we had to drive a half an hour into the depths of suburbia to find it. It shares the counter with KFC (which is PFK up here, pronounced Pay-eff-kah) but no matter, an actual fast food mexican joint exists here. It wasn't very good, but then it isn't trying to be, it's Taco Bell after all. What does Pepsi know about tacos? Anyway, here I am at 11am in the parking lot just as they opened. You can see the reflection of the PT Cruiser we rented in the window.
As it turned out, we were very near the neighborhood where spouse grew up. He wanted to check out the old house. As we wound our way through the neighborhood, he pointed out places. "In that garage, I put my finger into a girl's vagina." "That's the depanneur we stole from." " Here's the school I went to, I hated this school." Etcetera. I was laughing because there were two houses with the finger comment. Perhaps these events were traumatic for him. lol.
Then, reminded of the nature park nearby where spouse's Aunt Bean lived (thus named for her proclivity to eat beans, serve beans, beans, beans, beans) and since spouse knows that nature gives me the biggest hard-on, we were off to explore. We were the sole car in the parking area and we set off for an hour stroll in the freezing forest and marsh. We came out onto a promontory where the river opens up into a wide knot, and got this shot. Sure doesn't look like April, does it?
After nearly freezing to death, we headed over to Costco. The only remarkable thing about the visit was that we didn't buy anything. Each time we picked something up, we pondered the hideous snarling lines at the cashiers and decided it wasn't worth it. Where will we go in our PT Cruiser today?