dream as you'll live forever

Quebec City was so much fun. Got in on Friday around 4:30, took in a free Cirque du Soleil show under a shady overpass, went to a dead bar, then to Dagobert, ate McDonalds for the first time in a month, missed out on free breakfast the next morning, went thrifting for 3 hours in village des valuers, cabbed to the next one outside of Quebec City, thrifted for another 3 hours, realized on the bus I had a serious suitcase dilemma, made it back to our dorm sans one earring, ate three mcchickens, pre-ed with the whole third floor wing, went back to Dagobert, crashed digital crush's dressing room, fell off the stage, went to mcdonalds in the pouring rain with bags over our heads, missed breakfast again and checked out the mall next to Laval before heading back to Trois-Pistoles. 12 more days until I'm reunited with the loves of my life.

oh boy you've left me speechless

Vintage sweater, AA dress as skirt, Club Monaco tights, Vintage backpack, F21 sunnies

Quick run to the supermarché before Quebec City tomorrow. So excited to visit Village des Valeurs. This is exactly how I speak French...with English words in between. Felt like dressing like a straight up bum...I think I got the point across. It was the first time I have woken up to rain, so it was nice to layer a little before the sun popped out in the afternoon.

I have been surrounded by nothing but french culture for the past couple of weeks...and I have to admit it's kind of growing on me. I've been having this re-occuring dream where I get sent to the office for speaking English. I wake up and wonder why my dream hasn't come true yet.

waiting for the world to change

Vintage vest, AA tank, F21 jeans, Vintage backpack, Nevada sandals, Vintage backpack

Hit the half way mark on Wednesday...it's hard to believe that my first couple of nights here I wondered if the program would ever end, and now I'm heading to Quebec City for the weekend and coming back to two more weeks. I think I might actually miss it here! There's something about driving by the St.Lawrence and watching the sunset that makes me think...would I trade it all away for some peace and quiet? Sometimes it's nice to escape reality for a while, but I can't imagine living away from the city...I like the smell of pollution and the sound of cars honking too much.

far from here things are peaceful

F21 romper, Gap Jean Jacket, Vintage Backpack, Ray-Bans, Nevada Sandals

It was super hot on Saturday, but the breeze made it a perfect day to go bike riding down by the pier in between doing laundry and grocery shopping. The ride down was fun, but when it came time to go back uphill, I had to get off my bike and push it the rest of the way up. I may know how to shop for over eight hours straight, but my body is not built for extraneous amounts of activity.

I have been living in rompers for the past week and a half. I feel so dressed up when I wear something other than jeans and a t-shirt, and all the locals stare at me like I'm from Mars or something. I guess I should be used to this by now, since all I do is get weird stares back in Edmonton too. Oh well, more rompers for me!

the rest is still unwritten

I'm currently stealing internet outside of the cafe, there's a fly on my foot, I'm trying to load The Hills, and the guy working here is smoking and giving me dirty looks...great. Time is going by a lot faster now that I'm getting settled into small town life. It's still hard to adjust to the fact that the best clothing store here is Ardenes, but that's the beauty of living out of two suitcases.

Trois-Pistoles actually has a small thrift store that operates on the weirdest hours. I checked it out before my workshop on Wednesday, and it wasn't so much that it was not my taste, but the clothes were extremely large and sold by the set. Oh well, thrifting is virtually impossible in this town, which is why I'll be going to Quebec City next week.

My French classes are actually going well. It's amazing to think that two weeks ago, I spoke no french and did not understand a word. And now, depending on how fast the person is talking, I can sort of follow along. Only three more weeks until I'm back in Edmonton!

montreal, you took my heart away

Zara dress, Gap jacket, Club Monaco tights, Vintage boots, Vintage backpack, Ray-Bans

Our first time in Montreal, and it did not disappoint. We spent our first night screaming our heads off for Lady Gaga. It didn't even matter that I was still recovering from the most turbulent plane ride ever, or the fact it started pouring as soon as we dropped off our bags and had no idea where the Bell Centre was...kind of crazy to think that just a couple weeks ago, Canadiens were battling for their playoff lives in the very same arena. Of course, Lady Gaga was amazing. Show me your teeth!

Montreal is pretty much like an extended version of Whyte Avenue, but with cuter boys, open patios, and better shopping . I will be back. I have yet to conquer Mount Royal or find the vintage shops on Notre-Dame. I will never learn how to read a map properly.

Spending the next month in Trois-Pistoles now. It is hands down the smallest town I have ever set foot in. If you think the towns in Alberta are small, you're in for the shock of your life. I will update more with pictures to show you what I mean...the internet here keeps coming in and out, it's kind of annoying.