Clarissa's Blog

So my suitcase is still in Toronto. It feels like Quebec has already seceded because it is next to impossible to get oneself from Toronto to Montreal.

I have now found myself in the midst of an Arctic cold front without clothes. So I went out to buy a sweater. Knowing that everybody in Quebec is annoyingly tiny, I decided to stay on the safe side and bought an extra large size. And, of course, this extra large turned out to be a real extra large. Normally, a Quebecois version of extra large is everybody else ‘s medium but not this time. So now I’m floating around in this enormous sweater.

Moral of the story: traveling North in January is something only weirdos do.