Irony very much intended.

That’s right, kiddos — I’m heading north for my post-semester break. New Orleans will have to wait until I’m back to my usual indomitable self. There is simply no way I can muster the enthusiasm for a solo trip right now, and there’s no point in a vacation that feels more like a forced march.

Instead, the week after classes wrap up, I’m jumping into Rocinante for the drive to Montreal. It’s an easy six hours and change from here — easier still because I’ll have my iPod loaded up with audiobooks and some good playlists*. I haven’t had a decent road trip since I drove back from California two years ago, solo, and I’m looking forward to the contemplative state that I hit when I’ve been on the road for a while. (It may be that I needed a whole two years to recover from the cross-country jag. I’ll get back to you on that.)

On the other end? A friend from my world-traveling marketeer days, S-Squared, with whom I’ve recently reconnected, has very kindly invited me to crash at hers. She’s promised to take me to eat lots of good food. And she has a Golden Retriever. (She reads this blog, so I’m not going to let on that with that kind of an offer, she may never get rid of me.)

The only downside is that I’m going to have to get through the next few weeks with visions of poutine dancing in my head. Yum.

*Mes amis canadiens/canadiennes, if you have suggestions for suitable music to add to such a playlist (i.e., Songs to Drive to Québec and Remember Your Ancient French By), please do send them my way. Otherwise, it’s going to be 6+ hours of “V’la l’bon vent,” and we all know where that leads, don’t we?