Replying to a comment of K8's comment re: Eid below, I realized I've been harboring a horrible, horrible secret: For several years, I did not eat meat.
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Mmmm, Montreal
Now I'm _really_ back. Echoing my May itinerary, I did a full North American tour in a week, swapping my bag of sweaty tank tops and sandals for leather pants and a wool sweater and heading up north to Montreal.
Winding (and wearing) down
Although I don't leave for another five days, I'm getting to that point in the trip where everything starts accelerating--pretty much all my reservations are arranged for the remaining nights, and my list of things to do is very small and manageable.
Pure sugar: dulce de leche at home
Because I've been too busy to do any real thinking about anything but bus schedules and synonyms for "beach," I'm handing the reins over to the talented Ms. Adriana (though she doesn't even know it). Here's a handy tip that _could_ end in tragedy!