After flying from Boise with a layover in Chicago, I have finally arrived at Montreal. I'll be staying at the Hotel Bourbon which appears to be a very cozy location. I'm exhausted and hungry.



"Bonjour, comment-allez vous?" asks the man at the front desk. After wracking my brain for the correct response I respond "Tres fatigué". There is a silence. "Uhh...je m'appelle William Dembi" I awkwardly sputter. He gives me my room key and the awkward exchange is over. I head straight to my room, throw down my luggage, and lay in bed. My next objective will be to find poutine, a dish that's native to the province of Quebec.