HABS.

I finally got to jump on the plane for Montreal yesterday. I was lucky enough to get there in the day, the cloud only delaying my flight of two hours, added to a little overview of Scotland, Iceland and Greenland.

Jetlag is funny.

You think you have planned it all right: you will get on that plane, watch a movie, and sleep so you're up for some party time once you hit the city.

Obviously, plans are made to be broken, and you're left completely incapable of containing the ever-growing excitement of the idea of going back.

Flashbacks on May 12th, 2010.

After four little hours of sleep (I tend to leave the packing to the last minute, it makes the journey all the more expensive), I say goodbye to Paris and head to the CDG. Strange encounter with my friend Margaux's family in a nearly empty departure hall, followed by even more strange encounter with an old friend at the gate. Same destination, same flight. I love how small the world actually is.

A Single Man, on the plane. If you haven't seen it yet, don't wait another day.

Trudeau airport. My lovely ladies are waiting for me. Car, music, highway. Get to Hutchy. I can't believe I'm back.

Habs game. In a typical French fashion, I overlook the importance of the night, claiming no interest in Hockey and only wanting to spend my first night with my fellow Canadian loves.

Little did I know I would soon find myself in the city riots when the Habs won the play-offs. The situation got out of control, shops were looted, the police charged. I felt like I was assisting to the showdown of a PSG-Marseille game.

We ended the night properly, at Tokyo.

I feel like I've been around for weeks already.

Summer '10 has officially begun.