The flight feels like it’s getting foreign. Every kilometer we come closer to Montréal the more French if feels. It started subtly, but it is growing. On takeoff, English was the first announcement. Now French is.
Touchdown.
Montréal looks nice and green. I hope it’s not too cool. Edmonton was really hot so I dressed for that weather.
I got to pick the movies to watch on my viewscreen. Shrek 3 was, well, not funny. The Waitress was better but the flight ended before the film. The last twenty minutes are a mystery.