Another week in the life of an American Girl in Canada, which was mostly rainy and full of letter-writing, but so it goes.
On Monday, I had three friends from class over for dinner and felt like quite a lady. We wined and dined and talked about Montreal and how it really is the best city in Canada. What's weird here is that the three major cities in Canada are Vancouver, Toronto, and Montreal, and then there are the minor ones (province capitals, etc etc), but other than that, it's all about those three. In the US, there are the big big cities, but then there are big cities, then baby cities (like Tallahassee, I'm pretty sure that Miami is more major, but Tallahassee is still the capital), but there are no shortage of cities to move to. But that just means that more cool people stay in Montreal, which is great because it means that there are cool people in Montreal.
After not having class on Wednesday (which was delightful, by the way, I spent most of the day in bed in my underwear watching The OC and emailing Cecilia long epic emails about love, the world, and the universe and then I went for an evening walk and came across an outdoor fashion show), we spent Thursday and Friday in class talking about feminist issues in 20th century Québec, which is a narrow subject and not too different from feminist issues in the US, but still interesting and we had a good discussion group on Thursday. A lot of the students in my class are actually McGill law students, so they are really good thinkers about equality issues and things of the like. It's also in their best interest to take this class, to speak French better and also to understand Québec so they can practice here. They're an interesting bunch, from all over Canada and at very different points in their lives.
With Thursday and Friday a little rainy (and today even overcast), I've spent a lot of time inside in my bed, which is nice, but I'm looking foward to it getting nice again. Last night I went to the class outing at a pub in the Quartier Latin, and then out and about (note: must be read oot and aboot, since this is coming from north of the border, eh) with Carla and Karen on Rue Saint Laurent, which is a great main street of restaurants and cafés and stores, and there was a spring street festival with lots of vendors selling t-shirts and dresses and things, as well as restaurants grilling on the street for cheaper than eating inside. The most interesting vendor was a whole tent of a guy selling ShamWow. Literally, dozens of ShamWows that people were actually buying on the street. I really wished that the guy had that annoying little over-ear microphone and doing a demonstration, but no such luck.
Ater that, we came back to my apartment, drank some wine, did some henna, and watched Sleeping Beauty, which is always a favorite, especially my favorite. I hope the weather clears up tomorrow so that I can go to the park and listen to drum circles and maybe find some Midieval reenactors in the woods swordfighting.
The Jazz Festival approacheth, as does more time I've spent in Montreal. I'm doing well, but missing friends and places. Hope this finds you all well.
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