Wandering and Meeting
Wednesday was spent pretty lazily. I woke up around noon and spend most of the day wandering. I started walking along the trail that led into the woods, with no real destination in mind. There were snowshoes available to use for free from the resort, but I opted not to use them. It wasn't so bad, although it was definitely tiring treading through the half-foot of powdery snow that lay upon the ground, and the trail led away from the resort up a small mountain. Signs warned me that I might encounter snowmobiles along the way, but I came across none. The mountain was pretty peaceful and calm, the only colors being the dark of the trees, the white of the snow and the gray of the sky.
I walked for about half an hour before coming to a sign that indicated I was near an overlook. Having found a destination, I headed where the sign pointed, and as I did, I could hear some loud Anglophones. Judging from the accent, they were either Canadian or Upper-Midwestern. They were at the overlook, hanging out and talking, and were wearing snowshoes. I guessed, since my footprints were the only ones on my path, that they had come from a different trail. I talked with them briefly, snapped some photos of the view, which overlooked the resort and the frozen lake it was on, and went back to the trail. The view would have probably been a lot nicer on a clear day, but the fog didn't allow for great visibility.
From there, I took a trail that led directly away from the valley. No longer having a destination, I decided I'd walk for another 40 minutes and then head back. The idea of hydration came across my mind, so I'd scoop up some powdery snow every now and then and eat it. I walked and walked and walked, turned around and walked back. It was pretty uneventful, but also somehow satisfying. I returned to the resort from the woods and prepared to go to Montreal to meet the AIESECers from HEC for dinner.
We got to the restaurant, St. Hubert, on time, which was unexpected, considering our unfamiliarity with the city. Also unexpectedly, we were the first to arrive. About 15 minutes after we arrived, the HECers began to arrive. Dinner seemed like pretty standard North American fare. We decided that St. Hubert is the Quebecois equivalent of TGI Friday's. There were many AIESEC-related conversations over dinner, mixed with some in French that I didn't understand. I think a lot of it was about the Metro party they were planning. It seemed like a pretty neat idea: they'd get on a metro car at the first station on a line, before anyone else was on it, and set up a sound, system, and party from one end of the line to the other, lasting about 40 minutes. I chatted with Akram, a Tunisian member at HEC, about the possibilities of coming to the US for an AIESEC traineeship, with Sokmean, another member, about the being on the organizing team for International Congress in Brazil (she and I had both applied to be on this team), and other random things.
At the end of the night, we parted ways with the HECers, sprinted to a supermarket to buy some beer before it closed, and went on our way home. The trip, which would normally take less than an hour, took more than twice that, as it had begun to snow pretty heavily.
I walked for about half an hour before coming to a sign that indicated I was near an overlook. Having found a destination, I headed where the sign pointed, and as I did, I could hear some loud Anglophones. Judging from the accent, they were either Canadian or Upper-Midwestern. They were at the overlook, hanging out and talking, and were wearing snowshoes. I guessed, since my footprints were the only ones on my path, that they had come from a different trail. I talked with them briefly, snapped some photos of the view, which overlooked the resort and the frozen lake it was on, and went back to the trail. The view would have probably been a lot nicer on a clear day, but the fog didn't allow for great visibility.
From there, I took a trail that led directly away from the valley. No longer having a destination, I decided I'd walk for another 40 minutes and then head back. The idea of hydration came across my mind, so I'd scoop up some powdery snow every now and then and eat it. I walked and walked and walked, turned around and walked back. It was pretty uneventful, but also somehow satisfying. I returned to the resort from the woods and prepared to go to Montreal to meet the AIESECers from HEC for dinner.
We got to the restaurant, St. Hubert, on time, which was unexpected, considering our unfamiliarity with the city. Also unexpectedly, we were the first to arrive. About 15 minutes after we arrived, the HECers began to arrive. Dinner seemed like pretty standard North American fare. We decided that St. Hubert is the Quebecois equivalent of TGI Friday's. There were many AIESEC-related conversations over dinner, mixed with some in French that I didn't understand. I think a lot of it was about the Metro party they were planning. It seemed like a pretty neat idea: they'd get on a metro car at the first station on a line, before anyone else was on it, and set up a sound, system, and party from one end of the line to the other, lasting about 40 minutes. I chatted with Akram, a Tunisian member at HEC, about the possibilities of coming to the US for an AIESEC traineeship, with Sokmean, another member, about the being on the organizing team for International Congress in Brazil (she and I had both applied to be on this team), and other random things.
At the end of the night, we parted ways with the HECers, sprinted to a supermarket to buy some beer before it closed, and went on our way home. The trip, which would normally take less than an hour, took more than twice that, as it had begun to snow pretty heavily.
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