Michele and I met up at the airport, along with Judith S and Guy from UBC. I watched The Reader and wept at the power of literacy and the lack thereof. What an important film. (My 18-year-old daughter was really put off by the morality of the affair between two people of such disparate ages, but somehow that didn't bother me.)
We shared a taxi to our respective hotels, whereupon, having not eaten today, I went directly to the reception. Gale did itself proud with platters of cheeses, hot nibblies and a carvery of Montreal smoked meat. And may I add, Montrealers don't do squidgy little wine pours. Off to bed.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Oops
I really thought I had everything, but halfway to the airport, I realized I had not packed my camera patch cord. This means I won't be able to upload photos to this blog until I get home unless someone else has a Canon cord they are willing to share with me. Rats.
I'm off!
The alarm went off at 4:30 so that I could accomplish those all-important last-minute tasks - like setting up this blog. Slept well, but dreamt of not being able to get to the airport somehow. Must run!
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