Hello, everyone! So sorry it's been awhile. We've heard all of your complaints and will try very hard to post more often. Now let's begin...
It all began a while back while watching Kourtney & Kim take on Miami...or was it New York? It doesn't really matter. What matters is we were watching the Kardashians as they took a trip to Canada. For some odd reason this struck up a conversation about going to Montreal, but when would we go?
We decided that night that we would go the week of New Years Eve. A few days later Grace and I bought our train tickets, and we all booked a hotel and figured out all of the logistics.
Day 1:
The day finally came. I was working from home and Grace was supposed to be landing in Philadelphia at 1 and our train would be leaving at around 5. Grace texted me earlier that day to tell me that they were not cleared to land due to freezing rain. She emailed me our tickets just in case she didn't make it on the train. I tried not to freak out, as I have never traveled anywhere like this alone. What would I do if Grace, the expert traveler, was not there?
The good news is Grace's flight was able to land an hour late, but she still made it back to the apartment with plenty of time to pack. We headed to the train station an hour early just to make sure that we would be there on time, with plenty of time to board. We got on the train smoothly, all be had to do was wait until we heard Penn Station being called. We only slightly freaked out when we thought we missed our stop. It was called Newark Penn Station, which said in the right accent sounds like New York Penn Station.
Once we were at the correct Penn Station we walked around and could not find where we were supposed to be, until we finally wandered upstairs. WE FOUND IT! Our train was slightly delayed but we got on our Albany train without a hitch. We finally reached Hudson and saw our first snow of the year, and of course, Abby with a giant smile on her face.
Abby drove us back to her house in her new car, and we settled in for our last night of 2015 in the USA.
Day 2:
The next morning we woke up to a fabulous breakfast. Before sending us off, Abby's mom made sure we all had everything we needed. Who knew the most important things on that trip would be our garbage bag and our trail mix?
Abby drove us the full 4 hours there. The ride was pretty boring up until border patrol. It was all fun and games until Grace told Abby that they were going to ask her a few questions. They asked a lot more questions than usual. Needless to say, Abby was quite flustered.
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| Sign for customs! |
Once we got into Canada Abby decided it was time to get gas. Which she was unable to do alone, so Grace joined her. Once they struggled for at least 5 minutes with the gas pump that was mostly in French, we decided to go inside to pay.
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| Caught struggling at the gas pump |
About 45 minutes later we finally made it into Montreal. Where we found that they don't really plow their roads. The roads were slushy and disgusting, good thing Abby got brand new car mats!
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| Our cute little hotel surrounded with piles of snow! |
After finally checking into the hotel, and getting settled we decided to go try to find somewhere to eat dinner. We ended up at a place called Baton Rouge, mostly because there was some English on their menu. We all got burgers and a glass of wine, because as you may know the drinking age in Canada is 18. Once we finished dinner we wandered across the street to find a cute little Christmas Village filled with different vendors that sold waffles, spiked hot chocolate, and even warm cranberry juice, that was quite tasty. There were also different statues and even an igloo that you could go inside to drink your spiked hot chocolate, which was much stronger than we had anticipated. Too strong that we couldn't even finish it.
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| This cuddly polar did not want to selfie. It took him 15 tries to get a nice picture. |
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| Getting someone who speaks french to take your picture can get quite interesting... |
That night we went back to the hotel in hopes of figuring out where else we would go that night. Instead, we ended up staying in to try to figure out our plans for the next day, New Years Eve.
Stay tuned for more posts about Montreal!
xoxo,
Christine