from YVR to YUL

What I thought my trip to Montreal was going to be like was nothing like how my trip actually was. I actually had no plans, at all. All I knew was that there was a hill, and I was going to climb it. Before I left, everyone was asking “Why Montreal? Who are you going with? Do you know anyone there? What are you going for?” You guys! =) This is my real life. Going on adventures and coming back to tell you all about it is my favorite thing in the world. I know for sure I’ll be doing this forever and maybe even one day it’s all I’ll be doing! So here we go, Montreal!

Mont Royal

My very first night was exhausting. I had woken up before the crack of dawn for my flight, in typical adventure fashion. Suitcase beside bus stop, quadruple checking that i have my passport, pre-adventure adrenaline. By the time I got to Montreal it was 4 PM, and for some reason I fell asleep at 8:45 PM. That was the last time I went to bed before midnight.
Our little Montreal hostel family was starting to take shape. I met Becky from England who is currently on her world tour and will be staying with me for awhile in November. We bonded over DisneyOnIce Toy Story 3. Friendship sealed! Our other hostel roommate Britteny, from Virginia, joined our little band of super awesome people. I was the only Canadian in the group which is crazy because I’m still working on my Canadian citizenship. Just when I thought Britteny was the only southern person I would ever know, Matt shows up, from South Carolina. Super cute. There were also two Kim’s. A guy and a girl. Both Australian. One was a crazy B who ate men for breakfast, and the other was a pretty chill guy who spent some time living in Vancouver. Girl Kim only stayed one night. Thank god, but she was a story to tell everyone new.

Home of the Squirrel

I did end up climbing Mont Royal. It’s like Stanley Park but right in the middle of the city and not on it’s own little island. The very top reminded me a bit of Sacre Coeur in Paris. I decided that was enough exercise for the day so i walked down, stumbled upon McGill University, astonished that no one told me that all it’s buildings are ancient castle structures. Guys! The way to get me to go to university isn’t by telling me what courses they offer, it’s telling me I get to study in a MANSION. I guess it’s not too late to get a useless degree, right?


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