|Une Rue de Montreal|
After crossing the border, several sessions of mad-libs, watching the worst movie that anyone can find (Sharknado anyone?), and cramming 10 people into the bus bathroom (claustrophobia...), among other odd traditions, we entered a land where the speed limit signs were in kilometers and the exit signs in French. Montreal is a beautiful place. With culture and pedestrian spaces everywhere, it is reminiscent of the streets of a European city, conveniently located just a car ride north. We reveled in the night life, ate the classic poutine, and ended the night appreciating the skyline on the hotel balcony.
|A foggy morning at|
Percival Molson Memorial Stadium
We took our seats in the stands and listened to the deep baritone of the Canadian national anthem before kick-off. With three downs instead of four, a 55 yard line, 20 yard end zones, and 12 men on the field, the Canadian Football League is a bit different from our tried and true NFL. Nevertheless, we enjoyed the game and even picked up a competitive “faux-fandom” to encourage “My Al’s” against a friend’s “Bombers.” Halftime neared with the score tied.
|Thankful for this opportunity!|
I challenge readers to decide what they are thankful for and share it here or, preferably, with the people for whom you are thankful.
Until next time!
Freshman Elks Scholar Advisory Board Representative
2013 Most Valuable Student Scholar