At the airport one last time on this trip, waiting to board my flight home. Check-in, security, food and drinks all taken care of, and there’s nothing left to do but wait. I’m already hearing Quebec French being spoken around me, so it feels like I’m halfway home already. The departures board still says the flight is on time, though it’s Air Crapida so I’m not holding my breath. In any case, next stop: Montreal.
