Montreal...
I went to Montreal yesterday, with maaseru and Catherine. We had lunch with Yolande at an Italian restuarant - why don't I remember the name? How soon I forget! It was delicious, though. I had veal - the first time I've ordered veal in a restaurant since the early 1980s - and spaghetti bolognese. (Or 'spaghetti à la bolognaise'.)
Then Catherine and Yolande went for a sightseeing walk in Old Montreal, while maaseru and I shared a smoothie in Jacques Cartier square, watching a magician do some uninteresting tricks and crowds of tourists walking by.
Just being in Montreal made me enjoy using and hearing French - rusty though my French is. (Must watch more French Torchwood.)
So today I borrowed "Cours Moyen de Français" from maaseru. This was the high school French text used in Ontario when we were both high school students.
Actually, I'm in the mood to do languages today. At the hospital waiting for physiotherapy, I was reading a book I borrowed from luncay_gal, Our Latin Legacy. I was impressed to see that they teach the supine in chapter 2, and not just to mention it - they actually have translation exercises in which you have to understand its use. This is pretty cool, when it hasn't even got to the past tense yet.
So now I'm trying to memorize the Lord's Prayer. Why not?