swimming pool and commute

So I had jumped. LOL. I’ve made my metaphor come to life when I had visited the indoor swimming pool of this hotel at one in the morning on my own. Among the odd cravings that I get sometimes, this is one of the oddest. It was fun though for the first ten minutes. The pool was shallow and super small. I decided to dim the lights (cause I can) and got freaked out…went back to the hotel room and took a shower. Sleep was okay…I heard a guy banging on the door next to mine at seven in the morning. Four pillows makes a comfy bed though.

Sometimes, I don’t know which language to use…French or English? And I end up using English. It seems I’m not comfortable with French at all to start using it. I’ve overheard conversations in French and it makes me nervous...I’m sure I’ll get better soon though.

So I’ve decided to taxi to Alexandrie-Montreal (sorry =( I know I should be smart and be frugal but luggage too heavy). It’s supposed to be a $35 flat rate to downtown Montreal. I’ve contacted Elizabeth and told her about my luggage situation. Hm…she’s working at the moment and not too sure if I could stash my luggage at her place but Alexandrie has lockers (like the ones in the pool) so maybe I would do some rearranging of my things.