And just like that, I'm reaching the finish line. Between living in the city, speaking French, and acting as my own personal tour guide, I'd say these two months have taught me more than I could have ever asked for.
It's now over half way through my stay in Montréal and— to my absolute delight— my adventure archive is over-flowing. But, rather than cramming four consecutive days of mouth-watering meals, endless sight-seeing, and a total of 78 kilometers on foot (that's almost 50 miles) into one post, I’d much rather show than tell.
Especially the food.
As my second week in Montréal crawled to an end, I finally got the adventures I had been waiting for. My schoolwork lightened up and I was able to walk around Vieux Montréal on a beautiful Sunday afternoon alors que le soleil rayonne sur la ville. The wind didn’t do much to ease the heat but I was more than happy to endure a higher temperature and mild sweating if it meant exploring the Old Port, Place Jacques-Cartier, and the Notre-Dame Basilica.
Landing in Montréal wasn’t exactly stumbling into the unknown. Thankfully, I was met by the excited faces of the family I haven’t seen in years, welcoming me into a country with which I am both familiar and completely lost. This summer, I’ve traded a guaranteed job camp counseling, unbearable humidity and endless rows of palm trees for roughly eight weeks of pure French Canadian culture au coeur de Montréal...