Hello all,
I write this to you from my humid & sweaty dorm room, in
the amazing location of Quebec City! It's so beautiful here.
I spent most of my Saturday night packing and as it happens,
having another car-related adventure with Soni! This time it
involved Soni's car being towed (hey, it's a step up from being stolen,
right?), and subsequently being propositioned by an 18-year old boy.
Gross. I'll let her give you the details on that one. :P
Early morning drive to YVR meant only 2 hours of sleep!
This of course resulted in my zombie-like behaviour and leaving items
behind at security by accident. I think if they had required that I take
off my shoes, I would had left them there too. No problem, got everything
back. But I was (am) still in a fog.
When Ryan Gosling starting walking down the aisle towards
where I was sitting on the plane, I knew I was hallucinating for sure. It
wasn't him, but it was a dead ringer. Kinda threw me for a loop, but why
would he be sitting in coach, right? Hey Girl... I just wanted to be
closer to you. Haha.
When I finally made it to QC after a short layover in TO
(aka Ta-ronnah), the taxi driver seemed to speak neither French nor English.
Not helpful. Although it's SO intimidating to speak when you know
you're going to sound like you're mentally compromised (which I don't tend to
mind on the days I speak English, haha) but, sometimes you gotta take the
plunge. Right?
I found my way to my dorm room by the college. It's
pretty bad (as dorms tend to be), but the location can't be beat. I was
checking it all out, pleased to be the first person here (they are quad dorms -
4 bedrooms each with a lock) and talking to myself about this and that, when a
lady comes out of one of the bedrooms. I guess I wasn't first. And
now, the mentally compromised thing just might end up being my rep. Ha.
Thought I could get away from that on the East Coast but alas.
We went and got a few groceries. We went the wrong
way. We tried asking someone in French where the grocery store was, and
they helped us out (yay!). But turns out we went way, way, out of our
way. Next time we'll go a little closer.
I'm exhausted. It's 6:25pm your time but here it's
9:25pm and on two hours of sleep I'm gonna pass out now.
I'll happily pass along any further stories of my mental
state... :)
Cheers,
Elaan
ps - I have a mailing address! I feel like a student
living in a dorm (oh wait, I am) waiting for a care package! Yeah, if any
of you want to send me a large portable air conditioning unit, that'd be
great... I'm here until July 18th!
yah I know there's a bunch of accents missing from the
French words...
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