There, I said it. And I mean it. This isn’t some ploy to capture readers attention or turn it around into some great tale about how lovely and wonderful Montreal is. I genuinely REALLY didn’t like Montreal.
When we were planning our trip, there were a lot of discussions around the province of Ontario. Well, it was basically just one big discussion: how do we get across it to see Toronto?
When we left off, I had professed my deep hatred for all things Ontario and whined about the cold a bit. Ok, FINE… a lot.
Vacationing is supposed to be fun, right?! Filled with long, lazy days spent basking in the sun and ending with life-altering sunsets, drink in hand…
Come on, let’s be honest… we all do it. We post our perfect pictures of our perfect vacations, detailing how perfect our time away was. It’s a natural human response. We’re having fun so we want other people to know we’re having fun. We want them to share in our joy, our happiness. Right?! It’s basically selfless.
When we booked our airbnb in Winnipeg, our conversation literally went like this:
What the hell are we going to do in Winnipeg?!
I dunno, sleep? Laundry?!