I think everybody stares in the real estate window while on vacation. I know I do.
After I finished my first novel…
Out, out, damn spot
In addition to the international fireworks competition, the world’s largest jazz festival, a circus in the streets happening, and who knows what else, this weekend Montreal was host to the North American Irish Dance Championships.
We might have liked to see one of their recitals, that sort of thing is very cool. However, all we actually saw was a bunch of preteen girls with too much makeup, big hair, sequins and incredibly brown legs. Really… even before we had any idea there was an Irish Dance competition in town, we had remarked on girls with overly brown legs.
When we checked out of the hotel, everything made sense.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 