Caverne Grec

I woke up long before our early wake up call and headed down to the restaurant expecting a great breakfast. I was disappointed with the same service I'd came to expect from that place, so I guess it's good I didn't go around recommending it to anyone. We pack up our things and head off to the airport. Our luggage is within a few pounds of going over the weight restrictions and, because of all the weird items inside, is subjected to a few tests at security. Shannon's chapstick is confiscated because of the liquid/gel ban, but while waiting for the plane she found more in her purse.

In Calgary, we ate lunch at Chili's with only 30 minutes between planes. This was the worst idea ever since we ordered nachos and could not possibly eat them before having to board. My already upset stomach feels even more nauseous as we fly off to Montreal. The movie is Mission Impossible III, which is a great way of killing almost the entire flight. We arrive in beautiful Montreal and have to wait for a van to accommodate all of our luggage. We arrive at our new home and are pleasantly surprised at the location. The place is covered in pet hair, which we'll deal with later, but other than that we're happy with it.

The fridge is bare except for a jar of half eaten preserves and some coffee and linguini in the cupboards, so we check out the neighborhood for restaurants. There's a huge sidewalk sale on St. Laurent and I buy a sort of sausage bun, which does little to curb my appetite. There are 5 Greek restaurants within a block of here, so we decide to dine at one of them. The loaf of complimentary bread they serve us is enough to fill me up; very hearty and delicious. I ordered a side order of dolmathes which I've been craving for months now and really hit the spot. Shannon ordered the moussaka and we split her side dishes of potatoes, rice and salad. We buy a celebratory bottle of cheap wine, only to realize that it was non-alcoholic. I buy a second bottle as the liquor stores are closing and discover that we no longer have a corkscrew. I try to pry it out with a plant hanger hook before we introduce ourselves to the new landlords and borrow theirs.

We're happy to be here, but we desperately need to go shopping.