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You Can Never Go Back…

… but you can certainly visit.

Recently I stumbled upon Spacing Montreal a blog that "examines neighbourhoods, architecture, urban planning, transit and cycling". It's a great blog (why didn't I think of it) and it's local (Valley Wag is great but I'm never going to be partying at SXSW or San Fransisco with the technorati).

Reading it has got me sentimental for the days (and when I mean days I mean like a decade ago) when I went to school and worked in downtown Montreal. So when I had some time to walk around downtown I took it.

Of course it's the simple and mundane that you miss most. That's what surprised me. But I guess that's what makes up life.

The sound, wind, and noise of Metro cars pulling into a station. The sound of people pushing the turnstiles and cold florescent lighting. Resting my bag on the escalators since it's over packed and heavy. Homeless people that don't look that homeless asking for spare change.

Overhearing conversations on Saint-Catherine street and trying not to laugh. Jay walking. Sounds of traffic. Timing it perfectly so you can cross at the intersection on a green light.

Buying a 40+ year old sci-fi paperback. Brittle yellow pages, musty smell and the price written in pencil on the inside of the cover. Being able to talk English to the old man behind the counter.

But as with any past love it's rarely as good as it once was, mainly because you forget things.

It takes forever to walk anywhere. I'm not as quick or graceful making a dash across an intersection. All the stores I remember are gone. My bag gets heavier much faster.

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Phil 30

Last Friday my brother in-law Phil turned 30 and Saturday his brother Nick held a party for him.

Donna and the boys stayed home since Jade had a touch of gastro during the week so we decided to error on the side of caution. Read this post if you think I'm a pussy for not wanting to get my kids sick.

I got totally stuffed (I was still full the next m orning) with dinner. Nick had these… well he called them hamburgers but they must have contained half a cow each. They were massive.

Some of the gang (everyone except me since I didn't bring a bathing suit) played some water volleyball. I took some pretty cool time lapse photos of the game.

Happy birthday Phil!

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