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Salut, tout le monde!

I'm back from Québec, with a French CD blasting in my computer, and Calvin and Hobbes in Québecois french sitting on my bed. I'm sick, exhausted, achy - but I had one hell of a time. We had a wicked awesome tour guide. His name was Marco and he was very cute. And funny.

Memories:

"Oh my gosh! We're going a hundred miles per hour!"
"...that's kilometers, Rosh."

"Look how cheap the gas is here! Only 91 cents."
"Rosh... those are liters."

"So my host mother dropped a noodle in my orange juice and I didn't know what to do, so I pretended it didn't happen. Then I drank it, so she wouldn't feel bad." - Vaughn

"Oh-la-la, Francois!"
"Jeremy, just because it's dark doesn't mean we don't know it's you." - Nicole, just before a little film about Québec. Francois had introduced it.



(faux-pas, translated from french)
"Hm... could I please have a chest?"
"Should I leave my hair at the door?"