We were driving back from Long Island from a visit to buaji and phuphaji and the girls. We see a highway sign that indicates Montréal in one direction, and Buffalo, the way home, on the other.
Slice and I make a proposal: “Let’s go to Montréal!“ Instead of going home, let’s go a cool city we don’t know much about.
We didn’t think you and dad would actually do it, but you looked at each other, thought about it for a second, and then dad turned the car and took the offramp! It was very spontaneous—we didn’t even have a place to stay. I thought it was very cool.
We even got to stay in a hotel.