Pictures coming soon.

I do have some pictures to post, but as of now, 3 weeks into our new apartment arrangement, we still have no internet (except a janky connection from across the street). They soon will come. In the meantime, I thought I would give a Montreal update.

For the past week and a half, G.'s friend from San Diego has been staying with us, going on ridiculous adventures, eating too much food with us (though, I am sad to say, he nearly starved at our table on account of my vegetarian cookery and his aversion to all things resembling produce), training Aikido, and generally having a good time.

Sunday we went to Quebec city. Wow. I can't even describe how incredible that place is. Who knew that this existed in North America? Seriously. If you want to travel to Europe, but are wary of the *ahem* wimpiness of the American dollar, come here. I promise, it will be much cheaper and you WON'T be disappointed. We even have a spare room.

Now is a good time to come...this summer marks the 400th anniversary of the founding of Quebec, and they are partying it up up there. Fun. The whole town is decked out in colors, events, music, exhibits, etc. We saw an eco-gardening exhibit. Dance competition. Farmer's market. An outdoor interactive play. A clown singing opera. The changing of the guard at their citadel. Pictures to follow.

Not Happy About This.

Vieux Port and Home Again.

What's for Dessert?

Strawberry Rhubarb pie, made with rhubarb from the back yard.

Our New Apartment.

It has a spare bedroom, if you want to come and visit. You are always welcome.

En Fuego, in Two Acts.

Whats for Dinner?

Polenta with white beans and red sauce. No Blue cheese, though.



And Gabe chowed down...

We Paid $13 to Watch a Movie Today.

Won't be doing that again any time soon. Ouch.

Homeboy himself.

Doing what he does best.

Rubber Pride.

rubberpride, originally uploaded by Erica the Ninja.

Funny when taken out of context...

Not homeless.

I'm wagging my tail today, big time, Labrador style. We found an apartment, not two days after my return to Montreal. A friend of a friend is spending the next year or more with his wife and soon to be baby in Italy and needed someone to live in his (incredible) apartment. Cheap. Furnished (which I would normally shy away from, but do we really need to buy stuff right now? No.). We (gabe + me + the kitties + our one backpack full of possesions) move in tomorrow. Damn. Life is weird, no?

Now we just have the problem of the Boston apartment...I obviously can't keep everything that I have, and I can't take everything I would like to keep. I have some serious culling of shit to do. Does anyone want to come over for some beers/box packing sometime like around the second week of August?

Walking to the dojo.

Its a colorful affair.

Goodbye Reno.

It is never easy for me to say goodbye. Even when you reek of smoke.

odid eeffoc .oc

...or bibo coffee co. if you are on the outside of the window.

He got a ticket for this...

$25 for being over the line. I mean, come on. What a crock.

Fourth of July...

...was ice cream this year, a walk by the river, home-made miso soup, dinner with friends of my mother with fresh caught trout and bed by 9 p.m. No party girls here.

*Sigh. Back in Reno.

This place will always be home in a way.

Camp Noyo, Part III.

Camp Noyo, Part II.

Camp Noyo.

Pronounced Noy-o, not No-yo. My favorite place in the world.