Bienvenue à Round One of Being Impulsive.
A few weeks ago, Marcus was informed that he was being sent to Montreal on business.
For those members of the group who are unfamiliar, Montreal is the second-largest French-speaking city in the world.
I speak French.
And by that, I mean the wholly functional, incredibly bad variety where I can say directions and points of the compass, order food (and ask for the check), source a bathroom and tell people we’re going places. Oh, and I know how to ask where the library and the disco are.
So like any good french student who suffered through years of role-plays set in either Quebec or Senegal, I told him I was going too.
Because WHY NOT?
Actually, it was pretty much the perfect storm. My boss was extremely flexible in letting me take an unplanned for day-off, I had birthday money for hotel rooms, and we were able to purchase a round-trip ticket with miles.
Do we know anything about the city besides the fact that it’s like France in Canada? Absolutely not. Have I been to Canada before? No, never.
What I do know: On Friday morning, I will be eating a freshly baked croissant for breakfast. We’re going to go to museums. Where we will see Old Things. Did I mention that the St. Lawrence Seaway is there? Because seeing that in Real Life has been a secret dream of mine too.
But for today I ran past the bank to grab $200 CAD (the dollar is just shit right now), thanked my lucky stars that Marcus brought this trip up literally days before I was meant to get my passport renewed (so I still have the thing) and started packing!
Have any of you ever been? If so, I need to know your favorite places to visit! ASAP.