You may be wondering why I went to Montreal in the first place.
Two of my friends [Lindsey and Nicole] and I drove to Montreal to search for Lindsey's sister, who has been out of contact with her family for close to two years. Lindsey had an address, but no real way of knowing whether her sister would be there or not. We departed from my apartment around 6:30pm with full stomachs, good tunes, and a 6 hour road trip ahead of us.
I have to say from the front of telling this whole story that I was pretty skeptical about finding Lindsey's sister at all. I was going more for moral support than anything else, in addition to it being my first out-of-country experience. I knew that even if we didn't find her, the three of us would have a blast in Canada, particularly since Montreal is French-speaking and none of us really knew any French (even though Lindsey and I had both taken it for several years apiece), but also because, well, that's typically how road trips go. And so we left, not really knowing what to expect beyond whatever fun and adventure might lay in store.
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