Montreal Story

I left for Montreal June 2nd, 2010 7:30 AM by myself, leaving from Toronto in which I was staying in a hostel there. I left because I wanted to see what it would be like to go to a place where the first language wasn't English. I was also very lonely after a 1 year break up and disbanding from my best friend of 5 years. I remember the bus ride taking at least 6-7 hours all during the time I was going through Ottawa, Kingston, and Scarborough. I made it to the station, got out and noticed everyone going to their families, and friends. It was weird because I didn't know anyone, nor did I have a place to sleep for the night I just wanted to be there and think and feel and learn. So I walked around anxious and hoped in a cab with a man who barely knew any English and asked him to take me to the HI hostel of Montreal which luckily he understood and drove me. I arrived and it looked crazy! It just reminded me of what every picture I would look at of my personal friend going on trips to Europe. I went inside carrying my massive book bag with all my things I had in it asking for a immediate room for the night he told me all the rooms were booked. I felt sick after he told me that because now I had no idea what would happen next. I leave and sit out front. I get up and see a huge! Hill over towering the whole park. I kind of ignore it and walk in the most touristy strip for the time, I go inside the Adidas store, leave. I go to the H&M store use my employee discount code all the way from Baltimore which definitely had to be verified, why would anyone believe I would go up here alone and purchase a dumb necklace. Anyway it worked I got hungry and couldn't really read French so I stopped in this Ben & Jerry's where I met this girl who felt sorry for me, and told me more places to look at like Mt.Royal which was the big hill I was looking at earlier, she also told me they do a reenactment of the Rocky Horror Picture Show in the whole town every year which is pretty awesome! Anyway I left and was on my way to the MT. during in which I was walking up these steep hills I came across a short cut through this University called McGill University, during I was walking through it was ironically their graduation ceremony which is nuts to think about! Picture me!! Wearing a black polo, tight blue jeans, maroon vans, black sun glasses, with yellow sides, carrying a normal sized book bag STUFFED with all of my things I would own for the month I was in Canada, and of course by myself. As I walk through the college of people wearing only caps and gowns I laughed, felt weird, and kept walking. It was seriously awesome! Everyone speaking French to each other, running around with their parents, and family, everyone was happy as I was determined to make it on top of this damn hill I had to do it! It was an absolute must I had no where else to go!!!! I climbed more steeps hills this Mt. was huge, walked up tourist steps, climbed, climbed, climbed, and finally made it to the top. Which was this super big platform that looked like a castle at the top it was a crazy site! I look around and it's all Europeans from what I could tell, taking photos, smoking cigarettes, laughing. I stood there watching everyone with my shades on. I called my aunt to let her know I made it and that this Mt. is where I would be sleeping for the night. I talked to some Romanians while I was up there I don't remember about what probably about the trip but that is the most I can think of when I first arrived on top of it. I walked back down it was getting late and I was hungry so I walked into this nice restaurant and sat at the bar and ordered myself a beer and a whole pizza for me. I would notice a very gorgeous women sitting across from me drinking alone. She was talking to the bartender a little bit in French but from body language it looked like the conversations were dull. I looked at my book bag turned back and she was looking at me, so I talked to her split for awhile it felt romantic, she ate my food, we ordered drinks. I felt silly because I had no where to sleep, or much to offer, she seemed fond of me. She gave me her number and left but that wouldn't mean much because I was leaving the next day, anyway I made it back to Mt. Royal slept the little bit that I could, got on Facebook people were delighted and surprised I think by me making it up here I remember my friends old boss mentioning to go to some theme park there, but I didn't. I got up and bought another ticket back to Toronto, and on my way I spend another week or two there in a hostel I knew people in and felt secure I would always have a place to sleep.