Ah Montreal. The one place in Canada I hadn't been to and actually wanted to go to. Since Santos moved there in July, I decided I should take advantage of the free accommodations and head east to check it out. Plus, it seems to be my traveling theme for the year to hit up the major east coast cities on separate occasions because I'm just not that organized to plan them all together.
I had originally planned to go in October, before it got too cold or snowy, but the horrid tonsillitis derailed said plans. So I ended up re-scheduling my trip for November and spent the rest of October shaking my toush in my version of a weather dance hoping that Mother Nature would appreciate the effort and hold off on the snow until after my visit.
I arrived in the early evening in Montreal and after a questionable cab ride during which the cabbie pretended he was going to charge me $200 for using my credit card to pay, then couldn't believe that Vancouver gets as much traffic as Montreal or Toronto and getting slightly lost, I managed to arrive at Santos' place in one piece. First order of business was food, beer and a good old fashioned catchup session.
The next morning Santos went out to grab coffee and the absolute best croissant I've ever had in my life. Seriously - I'm ruined for life now. I later met him for lunch at a little place called Cafe Local where they had an amazing pulled pork poutine. This was the beginning of the end...the photos of every meal started, the posting to facebook and twitter and the torturing of those back home who know how good the food I was having was. Not gonna lie, I secretly loved the torturing.
The shopping in Montreal was great - similar in price to Vancouver but maybe a few bucks cheaper. I brought an extra suitcase bag just in case I got out of control. Though after an impulsive purchase of a purse I later realized was too big for someone as vertically challenged as me to wear, I decided that perhaps I should stick to food and booze so that so that I could actually lift my suitcase off the carousel or worse, resort to having to buy a suitcase as big as me.
In an attempt to stay away from the stores, I met up with Kko and Juhee for dinner and drinks, which is where the fun started. I blame the wine glasses in Montreal which are small yet deceivingly hold a lot of wine ( at least that's the story I'm sticking with ). I had had 4 by the time dinner arrived and after feeling pretty content with my wine picking skills (a beaujolais from some country. Specific, I know), I managed to spill my wine glass all over the table as I attempted to refresh everyone's glass. They kept the bottle at the other end of the table from me for the rest of the night and no other alcohol abuse incidents happened.
Santos and I walked around a lot, taking mini walking sight-seeing trips. Along with his newly found knowledge of my talent of clumsy, he was made aware of my need pee all the time when I travel. He quickly learned that I must be treated like a 7yr old child who is about to embark on a car ride to the grocery store - "Do you have to pee before we leave?". But I swear, I'm a good travel buddy - peeing and clumsiness aside!
Now before any of you gals ask about the hot hot Montreal men, I will be the first to sadly break the news that this was not my experience. Montreal seems to be full of douchebags hitting and snogging the youngling uni girls. Really, there are no words to explain it, you just have to see it to believe it. Older douchey looking men with young beautiful girls were at almost every single table in every restaurant in Montreal. It's the most bizarre phenomenon I've seen in a while. Which also ruled out my chances at a romp with a hot Montreal man. I mean, a paper bag over his head will only work for a while right?
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