With the help of on-board navigation we finished our ten hour drive to Montreal without a hitch. Only to find that the line of cars waiting to get to get to the front door wrapped half way around the block. Pleased that we had booked such a popular hotel, we were none the less frustrated by what promised to be a delay in checking in.
Always one to get straight to the heart of the matter, Motivated Mom hopped out of the car an hoofed it up to the front door.... only to return with news that power had been out for two hours and there was no checking in going on.
So off we went to a public parking lot where, after several attempts to decipher the parking meter instructions written in French, we finally managed to get the kiosk to spit out a ticket. From there we bravely set off on foot in hopes of finding a reasonably priced restaurant that would cater to a forlorn looking group of travelers.
We were lucky enough to find a diner that wouldn't tax our wallets... although we learned tax is a word that gets Canadians talking. The citizens of Montreal suffer under the weight of a fifteen percent sales tax that is applied to everything - including meals in a diner. Our waitress regaled us with her opinions of corrupt politicians while she processed our check.
Less than three hours since crossing the border we found ourselves questioning the wisdom of the trip.
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