Mid-flight to Sarasota and I’ve figured, life is an adventure, and if it doesn’t come find you, then you go find it. Recently, my girlfriend and I have been trying to get away somewhere, one great last hurrah before I’m off to Cuba for six weeks, and what is, presumably the end of our relationship. Skiing, Marblehead/Boston, are ideas. But I’ve never been to Canada, and why not Montreal? It’s only a six hour drive through Massachusetts and Vermont. Though Holyoke, isn’t anything that special, maybe traveling the billboard-less Vermont countryside will be worth the drive. And perhaps I’ll get some French Canadian culture shock exploring the streets of Montreal. Though my father isn’t Gung-Ho about the idea, and I think, he actually said no, screw it. I’m 18. And as Marilyn Monroe once said, “No one has gotten anywhere in life without breaking a few rules,” or something along the lines of that. I like to live my life by the motto that it’s better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. Although, permission never hurts.