Montreal = awesome.
It's very cold here and I speak roughly 15 words of French, but I'm having a great time. I'm staying with my lovely friend Genevieve. We've been drinking excessive amounts of french beer, playing trombone and pretending that we can speak spanish. Tonight we're going to make crafts and watch shitty TV in high definition. I guess that sounds boring if you're accustomed to FAST LIVING, but this is exactly what I need right now. Tomorrow, I have trombone lessons with two McGill teachers. I went to the school yesterday and was blown away by how aesthetically stunning the outside of the school and the new music building were. Then we went inside and I discovered that the interior, or at least the portions actually used by paying music students, was horrifyingly low-par. McGill practice rooms are possibly even worse than Uvic music rooms. The building they're housed in is certainly dingier, older, and has walls that are covered in suspect substances which resemble snot.
I found this comforting, on some level. At least we know music students are fucked over universally, regardless of the degree of prestige attributed to their particular schools.
Anyways, snotty walls aside, I think it's enchanting here. Not in a clean, safe way. The city wraps you up in its liveliness, in its grime and diversity, bright lights, caffes and strip clubs. Also, I love the cadence of the French language. I like listening to people speak here. I like the beer and the food. I think I could live here some day, provided I don't give up on trombone. Whatever happens, I'll definitely be back.
The more places I see, the more aggravated my travel lust seems to become. I'm hungry to see the world.
I found this comforting, on some level. At least we know music students are fucked over universally, regardless of the degree of prestige attributed to their particular schools.
Anyways, snotty walls aside, I think it's enchanting here. Not in a clean, safe way. The city wraps you up in its liveliness, in its grime and diversity, bright lights, caffes and strip clubs. Also, I love the cadence of the French language. I like listening to people speak here. I like the beer and the food. I think I could live here some day, provided I don't give up on trombone. Whatever happens, I'll definitely be back.
The more places I see, the more aggravated my travel lust seems to become. I'm hungry to see the world.