The Montreal Kerfuffle

My flight to England was the first flight I would be taking on my own. I said goodbye to my beautiful and wonderful family and friends, and headed towards my newest adventure. And it began as nothing less then that, an adventure.

The flight from Winnipeg to Montreal went without problems, going by quickly with happy notes from loved ones to keep me smiling. I remained very unsure of the whole thing, scared and nervous and ready to be with family. Wandering around Montreal airport by myself was incredibly overwhelming and gave me questioning thoughts of whether I could actually do this, move away, away from my friends and family to a very unfamiliar place. I had many questions, but didn't want to break my pride, seem like the lost kid and ask someone, I wanted to be independent. That plan soon failed and gain in to ask for help.

I sat impatiently in the airport just wanting to be in England and have my travelling days end. Soon, an announcement that my flight had been delayed. Another announcement told me it was going to be delayed further, and finally a third telling me my flight was cancelled. I tried to remain calm, but frantically typed to Keaston of what was going on and he helped me figure out what to do. I was then herded to collect my baggage, and then wait in a line for a bus that would take me to a hotel.

I wanted to be independent and grow over this trip, but I wasn't thinking like this or this quickly. I sat on the dark bus, staring out into Montreal, lit by streetlights, unable to see the city and enjoy it. I listened to a group of French speaking friends natter to each other, who seemed unfazed by the frustrating night of waiting and lines. It made me think of my friend and how we would be the loud kids at the back of the bus showing everyone how carefree and young we are.
I finally got to fall into bed, with Charlie the Canada bear in hand, still unsure of what was going to happen tomorrow, but ready to give into the many Gravol I had taken in the day.

Day 2 I stared out into downtown Montreal, unable to go see it up close due to little time and an unscheduled flight. The travel of day 2 held a long bus ride due to ridiculous traffic, Rural Alberta Advantage and two young English kids sitting behind me playing and talking, rather eloquently for being so young ( I guessed about 6 and 10). How perfect stranger can make things more bearable without even knowing it. I had a good laugh at the little girl singing "Everyday I'm Hating you" to the tune of Party Rock Anthem.

The rest of my travels went fairly quickly, and I don't remember much of it. Perhaps nothing really memorable happened, or just lack of sleep caused some lack of memory. The plane ride had movies, warm blankets and mediocrefood and passed fairly quickly.I was welcome to England with a warm hug from mum and my Uncle David. Some more travelling, driving home from the airport. When I arrived to my English home, I soaked in my lovely new room and fell into my welcoming bed, exhausted.

Montreal, the Tease

My wound from having to much baggage



Charlie and Montreal, he loved it




What do you expect being stuck in a hotel? C'mon



Really, it was a beautiful city. From windows.

Now, this is my first blog.Ever. So I'm not sure what it's supposed to hold. But I'm thinking it's going to hold my thoughts, experiences and pictures from the next few months, and hopefully it's interesting enough to read. I hope to update weekly (This is more a goal for when I start doing stuff). So, that's my first entry. Good.

Love from England,
Jessie