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Our hearts skipped a beat as we looked out the car window and saw the sign: “All vehicles stop at customs and immigration.”
We did it. We made it to the border. We were just a few feet away from entering our destination for spring break in Canada.
The man at the border took his time bombarding us with question after question.
“Where are you coming from?” “Where are you headed?” “How do you know each other?” “Do you have any mace or pepper spray?”
We answered no to all these questions, but the driver admitted to us later on that there was a bottle of pepper spray in the trunk. We had only been in Canada for 30 seconds, and already we had broken the rules.
In a snap of a finger, the sky turned completely black. We did not realize how late it was, but we felt like we had been driving forever.
With the border behind us, we were on our way to Montreal. Being from New York, streetlights are not unheard of on the highways. Apparently, Canada is a little behind in that department. There was nothing around us but darkness.
It’s hard to explain what it was about that highway that made it clear we were in a foreign country, but when you do not see a rest stop for two hours, that’s when you know you are not in the U.S. any longer.
Everything up to that point was well worth it once we walked into the Days Inn Hotel. There were spring breakers everywhere. We immediately felt the energy and excitement from everyone else. Right then we knew that this was going to be the best trip ever.
First we needed to exchange money. It’s an indescribable feeling for a poor college student to hand someone 50 American dollars and get back 75 Canadian dollars.
Once we had the money, we were ready to “hit up” every bar and club we could find.
The first night, we went to a karaoke bar where we hung out and listened to people sing in French. As English speaking people, it was quite an experience.
Later in the night, we checked out the Loft. It was split up into two rooms, one with rock music and the other one with techno music. The rooms were packed and everyone seemed to be having a good time. We were all dancing when we suddenly realized our friend was missing. To our surprise, she was dancing in a four by four metal cage.
The next night, which was our last night, brings us to a loss of words. We first went to a nice restaurant to celebrate a successful trip so far. The food was good, but little did we know that it was the waiter, Fredrico, that would be the most memorable part of our evening.
After dinner, we went across the street to Peels Pub, a place that can be compared to “Coyote Ugly.” It was far from anything close to sanity. Hundreds of spring breakers were all grouped at different tables, singing and dancing. Our group started out with ten. As the night progressed, it was a party of 30.
The room got louder once Def Leopard’s song, “Pour Some Sugar on Me,” came on. It became the anthem of our spring break.
We were all just hanging out, having a great time when Fredrico, our waiter who was pushing 35, walks in. We had mentioned to him at dinner to stop by, but we never thought he would actually show up and party with us all night.
After Peels Pub, we split up from the guys and went to Club 281, a place made for girls only. Anyone who has ever been to Montreal probably knows what this place is about.
Thinking back on the trip, we could not have had a better time. The people we went with, and the bond we formed with everyone truly made the trip what it was. We might not have a tan to show for it, but we have the pictures and the memories that will last forever.