Quebeçois

 Over Christmas, I finally did it. I left the country, and I went to Canada! I have always wanted to go. But my passport has never had the privilege of the stamp. So about a week before Christmas, a few friends and I headed to the great north on a trip to Quebec. It was going to be great! Of the four of us, three spoke French (but don't worry we had the fourth member do most of the driving - resulting in getting completely lost because we also don't have gps or cell phone service in Canada, eh). And all of us love eating! Unfortunately, our budget was a little tight - so we had to settle for staying at the Le Château Frontenac. Okay, it was pretty swanky. And our 'tour guide' works for Fairmont - so all the foods were half price! Woo hoo!

Le Château - our hotel

Poutine

Speaking of food, we ate a lot of Poutine. In case you are unfamiliar with the Eastern Canadian delicacy, let me enlighten you. French fries smothered in gravy and topped with cheese curds.

 

There were plenty of macarons, but not quite enough to share... ;)

Slumber parties abounded, as did moving beds around, practicing perfect bed dives, and wearing monogrammed bath robes.

It was the coldest I have ever been in my life (quite literally) despite wearing as many layers as humanly possible.
By the time we got back, Boston felt downright balmy - which is saying something.

Overall it was a wonderful trip with wonderful friends and I hope to go back again someday!