Trying poutine for the first time
If you want Canadian cuisine (and not the Canadian habit of flavouring everything maple or cinnamon), there’s only one real contender for the crown of ‘most Canadian’. The poutine.
If you want Canadian cuisine (and not the Canadian habit of flavouring everything maple or cinnamon), there’s only one real contender for the crown of ‘most Canadian’. The poutine.
It’s been quite a while since my last blog post and I apologise! Costa Rice wifi might be to blame… Wi-fi has been patchy and a proper computer to load pictures has been difficult to track down. Our time in Costa Rica is drawing to a close, and in a few days we return to … More An update from Costa Rica
The winter air in Montreal had been colder than ever this week. We had errands to run around town, which meant braving the sharp clutches of the almighty cold. Every exhale was a spear of white frosted air, our noses were frozen with crystals of frozen snot, and my breath condensed into icicles in my … More Visiting Costa Rice to escape winter
It was unseasonably warm at the start of the week, as temperatures soared to as high as zero degrees Celsius. It’s getting mighty cold again now as winter bites back with a vengeance, but for a short time, most of the snow that captured my imagination when I first arrived had melted.
For about 6 months I’ve been trying to learn French, an especially useful skill now that I live in Montreal. A good reason to learn a new one Having spent nearly 3 months in Paris, and with a long stint in French speaking Montreal ahead of me, friends often ask how my linguistic skills are … More Learning a new language to enhance the travel experience
It was bloody cold on my first night in Montreal, something like minus fifteen Celcius. It was almost 10pm as I wandered in circles looking for my hotel in the Latin quarter, still awake with pizza restaurants and jazz bars. I was lost. The buildings were simple brick constructions with stairs leading up to second … More Experiencing snow for the first time in Montreal
Matt walked through the freshly painted red doorway, stooping as he entered. He breathed out the dry winter air and gave a harsh cough, brushed the snow off his jacket, and stood in the doorway. A row of bearded, burly locals with checkered shirts and trucker caps sat at the bar, watching hockey on TV. … More Canada