Draft__When I arrived on the plane, and I was looking out the window expecting to see all the fall leaves golden and orange. I was too late. The trees are sleeping now and all I saw were the few evergreens among miles of bare brown branches. It was okay. I knew that Montreal would still be magical to me. I do Angel card and Energy card readings on myself, yeah I believe in that sort of stuff and that sorta stuff believes in me because it honestly guides me to the truth. Before I left Miami, I did several readings and the card that stuck in my mind is that I would have several delays. My first thought was please not the trip. I will move around energy to change that!
I took the 747 bus into the city from the airport. I got on the bus just fine, actually it was just sitting there waiting for me to get on. The bus driver said next stop 6 and then drove what seemed like two feet to pick up a guy and that was stop six. He didn't say "Stop six" when he stopped the bus. I rudely blurted, "That was stop 6! I just missed my stop . Can you let me out here." Yes the answer was ,"No." I got at stop 7. I missed my stop by three or four blocks! I had a sinus headache, it was cold outside. I had to drag all my stuff. No use complaining. I had to get to the hotel, so I just started walking to the west until I saw something vaguely familiar.
It was 45 degrees fahrenheit but I was sweating! sweating! what does the Omniheat technology in the jacket work that well! I am glad I didn't get that other double lined jacket. It is much warmer here than I anticipated. Actually that is a weird thing for me to say because my experience of cold is opening up my freezer door and standing there thinking, "That's cold."
I turned the corner at Phillips, not exactly sure where I am and the Baie, a familiar clothing store. I saw the Christmas lights and groups of people and it was like "Ahh" angels singing to me, magic. I struggled to get the wheels of my luggage over the cracks in the side walk. Navigating would take more of an effort from this point on and I would also have to push the luggage uphill. I was close to the hotel though, but not that close. When I finally made it to the hotel, I was hot, sweaty, and just wanting to sit for a moment.
I walked up to the reservation counter and said,"J'ai une reservation pour Borrero." I walk across the room to the garbage can and throw a tissue out and walk back to the corner trying to get my jacket off. "It's hot in here, wow, it is hot in here!" "Can you spell that." the concierge asked. "B-O-R-R-E-R-O," I spelled and it was obvious I had an American accent. "We don't have a reservation for you under that name." the concierge replied. "I immediately said," Don't tell me that. Just tell me you have the room I want." I knew I had printed out the receipt from Expedia. Oh and Expedia you messed up big time. The concierge found the reservation under my first and middle name. I wasn't freaked about the situation. I just know things will turn out well, just not the way I always expect. I have gotten used to this as a theme in my life lately. "May I have 4 extra rolls or toilet paper and two large towels sent up to my room." I asked. The concierge looked at me as if to say, " What do you need all that for?" but replied, "Yes." I got the key and went up to the room.
When I opened the door to the sixth floor room, immediately I was like what, "It's hot in here." I walked over the window and tried to open it, it was stuck then I went to the door for the
balcony and opened it and propped it to stay open with an end table. Right then it when I heard a knock on the door. The concierge delivered the toilet paper and towels. "Thank you." I said and invited him in. He looked shocked because in the two minutes it took him to come upstairs I had already flung my stuff all over the place. It was the same look my Dad used to give me when I would come from college to visit and I would walk in and unpack immediately by opening my suitcase and throwing things out of it as if to say I am marking my territory. "How does this heating system work? Is it the air forced thing at the bottom?" I asked pointing to the vented strip along the wall. "Can I control the temperature?" The concierge walked over to the thermostat and showed me where the controls were. I told him to turn it all the way down. "I came from Florida to experience the cold." I thanked him again and he left.
I took out some more things form my suitcase. I couldn't help myself and I turned the computer on. I needed to see what time La Panther Verte, my favorite restaurant, closed. Nine o'clock. If I leave here I can go to the grocery stores and the Jean Coutu, the pharmacy store and get back in plenty of time to walk to La Panthere Verte. I walk two block still sweating. I go to Couffin Bio first, they close at 7pm and when I looked in the girl was mopping the floors preparing for the closing. I left with two bags. I ran across the street to Jean Coutu for candles and a lighter. Something I always do now when I come to Montreal to let the angels know I am here. When I asked for a lighter, because they are behind the counter, the clerk pick one up and asked "It's $1.39 is it ok?" I said sure, not caring I was just thinking I need something to light the candles with. I paid and throw the items in my already filled bags. It was only later when I lit the candle that I noticed the lighter said "love" on it. Okay time to go to Provigo, water and baking soda, check.
I get back to the Hotel room. Un pack everything quickly. take off my huge winter coat. Take off my glove. Wait, where is my other glove?! What! come on I have just been here for a few hours! I frantic look in m jacket's pockets, the bags, my bookbag. I look on the floor. I grab my jacket and I go into the hall. no. I go in the elevator, no glove. I go onto the street and head back to the stores. I hope I have enough time to go to La Panthere Verte. I could use some food.
ought immediately to myself. I am sure I am going to find my glove it is not lost. Just then I looked up and on the side of the the sidewalk on personal property was a small guide rail with a hot pink glove draped over it.