Montreal

Flying in the midst of COVID was a surreal experience, from airports being almost deserted, to panicked travels in full hazmat suits.

Eventually, I made it to Montreal. I took a cab to my brother's place and went straight into the basement to start my 2-week quarantine.

Antonio, as always, had everything set up, and I was very comfortable. My quarantine days were mostly spent working. Around noon each day, there was a knock on my door followed by fading steps. When I opened the door, there would be a delicious meal waiting for me on the ground.

My 2 weeks of quarantine were over just as Canada was starting to loosen a bit their restrictions, and Antonio and I started playing tennis regularly.

I was also chosen to be Olivia's godfather (chosen might be stretching it a bit, as I was the only family member in Montreal at that time). She had her baptism on July 18th and we went for launch in Saint Sauveur.

As Europe was starting to open up, Boudi suggested I come visit him in Strasbourg. So I flew from Montreal to Paris on the 20th, and took the TGV to Strasbourg.