Subsequently us Brits have compiled a list of places to see and things to do before we leave:
- Go to Mado (a drag queen cabaret club in the Village)
- Do a black run on ski Saturdays
- Eat at Le Circle (the posh restaurant at HEC)
- Go to one of the many jazz clubs on St Denis
- Go to marché Atwater and work out if it's better than marché Jean Talon
- Eat at the peruvian restaurants on St Hubert
- Explore the Old Port (apparently it's good for other things than just romantical ice skating)
- Go to Schwartz's for smoked meat sarnies
- Visit the island to see the Grand Prix track, the biosphere and the casino (prep for Las Vegas!!!)
- Make clam chowder
- Eat poutine at La Banquise
Let the tourism commence.
After a painful and traumatic lent, tomorrow I finally get to eat chocolate! 40 days and 40 nights (without Josh Harnett) of hell with only one slip up which is entirely blamed on Naomi Jones for sending me a bucket of chocolate brownies for my birthday. (However I told myself it didn't count as they were brownies and not solid chocolate.) Gen stocked up by purchasing me a tub of Ben and Jerry's and also a trip to the chocolaterie has been promised :-D
Sooooooooo Happy Easter and all that's left to say is bring on self-indulged obesity:
Friday night was the belated 21st/22nd birthday party for Jen and I at a kooky Quebecois bar called Les Deux Pierrots. Live music, shooters, beer, amazing company and crazy dancing all contributed to a wicked night of exchange student lovin'. It was made even better by the fact Marie and Ulrike, the best two exchange students from Denmark ever are staying for the week having returned home at Christmas.
On Saturday we travelled up to Mont Tremblant after 3 hours sleep for a day's R&R on the slopes. I was seriously apprehensive about skiing after my first encounter was now months ago and I thought I had forgotten everything those 3 days had taught me. Bianca was in a similar situation after her last ski was over 2 years ago. How wrong I was!!! After a wobbly start (I fell over before I'd even got my left ski on) we dominated the slopes moving quickly from our green slope comfort zone onto blue's, moguls, and a bit of a black (an accident but totally worth the buzzzzz). Amazed at how much we had improved the day was immense as we zoomed seemingly fearless down the slopes and as usual I was on a kamikaze mission to take in as many jumps and ridges as possible which resulted in some hilarious falls recreated by Bianca behind me. We accidentally took a mogul piste (they are the crazy little mountainous bumps that cover the entire slope) which turned out to be hilarious ohhh and then I accidental dropped my glove off the ski lift which meant I had to hike 200 metres up an off-piste slope to retrieve my red mitten much to the hilarity of Jenna and Bianca when I couldn't stop on my way back down.
Then Sunday was another HEChange day with a visit to a traditional Quebecois sugar shack (or cabane a sucre) at St-Roch-Sur-Richelieu. A sugar shack is where they make the maple syrup Canada is soooooo famous for and then in winter they have massive feast days where you can go and eat as much as you want but all the food contains or is covered in maple syrup. We stuffed ourselves with traditional dishes like creton quebecois, beaver tails and tart au sucre until we could barely move. However the real fun happened outside when we made our syrup lollies; basically they poor warm syrup all over the snow and you get a lolly stick and roll it in the syrup until you have your own lolly. They taste kinda grose, just like pure sugar however we couldn't get enough and before we knew it Bianca, Jen and I were sugar drunk and hysterical like 5-year-old's who have eaten too many orange chocolate Smarties. To make the day even better they had A LLLLLAMA which I petted uncontrollably for about an hour ohh and it ate half of Bianca's hair as she posed for photos thinking it was dinner. Then Bianca an I got married in a simple civil ceremony in the snow in a wood. Returning back to Montreal was hilarious as Bianca made an amazing impression on the exchange students by demanding they stop the bus as she was about to wet herself. Then the night continued with some unusual St Patrick's Day celebrations bringing us back round to another week of school and deadlines.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I WOULD LIKE TO BE THE FIRST TO INFORM YOU THAT THE MISSION WAS SUCESSFULLY ACHIEVED!!!
To be fair there isn’t much I can tell you that cannot be explained by a few superb photos however the main ingredients of a successful Spring Break are; beach, sea, alcohol, stupid Americans, Taco Bell, mini golf, werid HEC chants and songs in French, the ability to go without sleep and proper nutrition ohh and the ability forego your dignity. Tabernac!!!
Jenna got so drunk one night she kissed a wooden pole thinking it was a man. On the same night she also ended up with a black eye, swollen eyebrow, cut shoulder, smashed knee and hole in her jeans (I don’t think the pole agreed to her trying to kiss it). Then Matt got kicked out of every club we went to for being under 21 and now has permanent marker X’s tattooed onto his hands forever more. However if I told you any more I fear I may have to kill you because as the saying goes;
WHAT HAPPENS ON SPRING BREAK STAYS ON SPRING BREAK!
It’s now back to the slavery that is school and the tons of work they like to pile on poor unsuspecting exchange students. C’est la vie mais la vie est bloody belle. A bientôt. xx
I'M GOING TO FLORIDA TOMORROW FOR SPRING BREAK WHOOP WHOOP so I'll speak to you next when I'm tanned and full of gossip.