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Back from the land where everyone wears more perfume, the speed of service at restaurants is glacial, and they actually show people clubbing seals on the network news. In cheerier news, Pete and I managed to secure an apartment. Because American checks take, on average, a month to clear at a Canadian bank, and opening a Canadian bank account before official arrival would involve signing a series of six documents in the presence of various bankers and lawyers, we spent a merry afternoon wandering around the neighborhood and making large cash transactions at a series of ATMs, eventually handing over an enormous stack of twenties for our first month's rent. I know people who have gone cash-only as an effort to curb their credit-card spending, but I think that a pleasant side-effect of paying large sums in cash must be feeling like a complete bad-ass.

A place to live! Now that you've completed the first level of Maslow hierarchy, what's next? Job hunting I guess. :)

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