I don’t know if it was the horse drawn carriage that got me, or the idea that Montrealers spoke French but didn’t live in France, but I have longed to go to Montreal since I was 7 years old.
This weekend I got to live out nearly the last two decades of anticipation.
I convinced my college friend Ali to join me and she invited Nadia, her friend from middle school. I drove up from Vermont Friday evening, data turned off the GPS, and paper map in hand. I only got lost four times before I met the other two at our Airbnb. We collected ourselves and then hit the town.