Well, we made it through yesterday as if it were a completely normal day. I worked out, sunbathed by poolside, read a lot. At some point in the afternoon, my bored colleagues and I decided to check out the march. We followed the noise through smelly streets to the protest. A million person gathering is an impressive thing, and it looked more like a happy festival than an angry revolt.

El Presidente has been given until Wednesday to leave office, or else the whole country goes on general strike. This is bad news for me, because I’m supposed to leave Wednesday, and a strike means no flight out for days on end. I’m thinking of jumping the gun and leaving on Tuesday, if I can change my flight. I’m probably not the only one wanting to leave the country that day. Sigh.

Once again landing in Montreal will be rapture.