By Anna-Rose Zayan
So, you’ve heard about spring break. Before I came here, I was convinced it was a long break in the middle of April—similar to what I’m used to calling Easter Break—where everyone goes to the beach and has the time of their life. Well, the first part is wrong—it’s a week at the start of March, but everyone does go to the beach and has the time of their life.
In my case, I went to Montréal in Canada, because I have a couple of friends from school who live there and I wanted to visit them. After that, I went to Miami, Florida. Now, let me tell you—packing for both -10°C/14°F and 30°C/86°F is a difficult task. Difficult, but absolutely worth it. Despite having a few problems with my plane on the day I was supposed to leave for Canada (cancelled because of bad weather), I made it. I had a great time catching up with my friends, going to one of their university lectures, trying poutine and visiting the Botanical Gardens and the Museum of Fine Arts. I absolutely loved the city, and the cold (even though I was repeatedly told it “wasn’t even that bad”) made me feel like I got the full experience.