Au revoir... ou adieu?

This is the post I wrote after coming home from the last official day of the program, August 5th, right after saying goodbye, and having ice cream for the last time.

I can't describe this feeling of saying goodbye. Of not having it sink in until you are in the taxi, waving goodbye to all of your friends, feeling forlorn and small, watching them start to cry, hugging each other, waving at you, starting to cry yourself, trying to suck it up so you can tell the cab driver where to go when in reality, you don't want to go anywhere. And I'm not even on the plane yet. I still have tomorrow, to go to Chicoutimi with one of the girls of my group of five friends, and with two other good friends. But it isn't the same. I still feel like tomorrow, I will wake up early and rush around to make sure I get to class on time. I feel like I will see all of the monitors at the college with their various idiosyncrasies tomorrow, and I feel as though this weekend, I will still have the chance to talk to them on a long bus ride to some activity, to get to know them better. Even now as I write this, it hasn't sunk in that the program has ended. C'est terminé. Je ne sais pas quoi faire, ou quoi penser.... c'est comme je suis perdue. Je veux rester ici, mais je sais si je faisais ça, il serait encore plus difficile de partir. Je veux dire au revoir encore et encore et encore, parce que si je continue de faire ça, je peux rester ici pour le dire. Tout le monde me manquera. Ils sont vraiment mes amis. Leurs visages ont devenu familiers, et nous sommes comme une famille, dans un sens. C'est normal pour moi de les voir chaque jour, de dire toujours «salut» et «bonjour», et je connais beaucoup de petites bizarreries qui partiennent à chaque personne. Je ne peux pas comprendre que je ne verrai pas encore les gens qui ont devenu si spéciaux à moi. Mais j'ai un peu d'espoir, un peu d'optimisme que peut-être, un jour je les verrai encore... et quand je pense à ça, il ne faut pas que je dise adieu, mais seulement au revoir... et à bientôt.

The Rest of Everything

Well, continued.... I shall now tell you about the last week and a half that I spent in Jonquière. At this point, I am fairly certain that most people will have given up reading this, since I am back at home and can tell you most of my adventures face to face. But for posterity's sake, I will finish things. Leave it nice and tidily wrapped up. No loose threads, no leaving anyone hanging...

July 26th to 30th. To summarize the week:

I sadly have already forgotten so much, but I think that could be positive - less writing. I will just lay out the events that stood out.

Monday evening definitely stood out. My mandatory group activity was les Danses folkloriques, (folk dancing) which to be honest, I wasn't looking forward to. My friends Bronwyn, Rong, Emily, Morgan, Sarah, and Anita were all in the same group as me, and we were all curious as to what the evening would hold. What it held was this: The dance teacher had apparently been captured by extra-terrestrials (that is truly the excuse we were given), and so we had a choice, of either doing sports activities in the gym, or learning the dance moves to Lady Gaga's "Telephone" with one of the students, named Ryan. He knows the moves to nearly all of her songs. Or maybe all of them. Either way, it is very impressive. I decided to break out of my comfort zone and go for the Lady Gaga. It was such a good choice! We all had such a ridiculously fun time, knowing that we looked hilarious, feeling stupid, but also feeling pleased that we were actually learning something worthwhile.

Wednesday was the last full day for our class's Spanish student, Gabriel. We were all sad to see him, and the rest of the Spanish students, leave. He was also my seat buddy, which made things even worse. Thursday's class felt so lonely.The departure also started the rest of us thinking about the final departure, and how we only had a little over a week left together. That night was also La soirée chansonnier, a mandatory activity where a musician came in to sing and play Québecois songs with us. Each class was paired with another class, and together we had been learning a designated Québecois song for the past few weeks. My class's song was "Les ailes d'un ange" by Robert Charlesbois.The evening was pretty fun overall, but it was hard to get into some of the songs... seeing as none of us knew the words. (Although, we were given lyrics, so it was fun to try and sing along!) After the soirée, there was much hugging, good-byeing and almost crying.

Thursday involved painting a somewhat gastly design on a glass, and an unexpected and nerve-wracking audition for La soirée des talents/La défilé de mode with my teacher's cello. (How wonderful is that, that of all the teachers, I ended up with one who was currently learning the cello?! And was willing to let me borrow it? Merci Dieu!)

Friday's main points:

Found out I was going to play at the soirée.

Practiced in the Cégep's music room, which was basically in the very pit of the school. But the solitude was nice. I had really been missing my cello. And thank goodness for scanners and emailing and computers and printers and helpful parents who emailed me some music to play!

Described our class's model's outfit with another classmate for the fashion show (La défilé de mode) in front of everybody. Public speaking... always a bit intimidating, especially when it is in French!

Played the cello... in front of everybody. So incredibly scary. It is one thing to play a classical piece at a recital, in front of a bunch of people who are there to hear classical music. It is another thing to play a classical piece in front of 300 of your peers, a bunch of teenagers, most of whom you know at least a little bit. It is again something else to play said piece after having just gone to the washroom, only to re-enter the theatre and hear your name being announced, and so struggling not to panic while frantically taking out your cello and trying to explain in French to non-musical people that you need their help to carry out your music stand and cello peg belt so that you can play. That is something else entirely.

Thankfully, I still played okay, and received many accolades after the show!

Poutine followed this evening, at Chez Pauline. Mmm... delicious.It tastes better than it looks.

That weekend (described briefly):

Québec City!!!! (Saturday)

Just like everyone says... so beautiful. So European. I even bought some art there! And so historical. For those who say that the Plains of Abraham are overrated: They are not.Although it was my first time going, so I am rather biased. I also enjoy history. But truly, they are lovely and sweeping and a really cool shade of greenish-yellow. It is weird to think that about 250 years ago, those plains were soaked with blood.

La Château Frontenac is also gorgeous.

Journée à la plage - Day at the beach (Sunday):

Sunny - lovely weather, very nice water. Relaxing.

One of the monitors, François, also found a skull. That was very cool!

August 2-7

Highlights:

Ice cream on Monday - After our evening activity, Rong, Bronwyn, and I ran through the rain to Pinocchio's, one of the most popular ice cream shops. We got very wet, but had a lot of fun.

Jumpaï on Tuesday - A bungee jumping sort of thing, that is a ridiculous amount of fun. It is also surprisingly tiring, but apparently Explore made me more fit than I had expected, because I actually was a decent jumper! In fact, I almost did three flips in a row! I certainly was able to do two, both forwards and backwards. It was so amusing. I would like one in my backyard; I think that would be my preferred way to work out. It really does tire the arms!

Class on Wednesday - We combined with another class to write a speech/poem to be presented by two people, one from each class, at the ceremony the next day. We paired up and each pair had to contribute at least two lines to the poem. My friend Erica and I came up with some pretty good stuff! Here are the lines we wrote:

Chaque jour de cet été

La crême glacée était mangé

Les Halles, Pinocchio et IGA

Nous ont beaucoup rempli de gras

Translation:

Each day of this summer

Ice cream was eaten

The Halles (market hall), Pinocchio, and IGA

Filled us with a lot of fat

Somehow the English translation isn't quite as poetic.

Les aventures d'un Flo on Wednesday - I can't quite remember if it was a musical, but I seem to think it was. Either way, it was so much fun to watch live theatre in French, and see how vastly our French comprehension had expanded. After the show, all of us who had come from Explore walked around and talked with the actors, and took pictures with them. At the end, it was funny because the main actor seemed to think he knew me from somewhere, but we both agreed that that was rather unlikely after I told him that I was from British Columbia!

La remise des diplômes (closing ceremony) on Thursday - We all dressed up nicely and were taken by buses to a hotel, where the ceremony took place that afternoon. It was so weird that it was all over. We were given a sort of mini newspaper, for which Emily, a friend named Tovi, and I had written an interview. It contained all sorts of anecdotes and pictures and articles.

We all got our friends to sign them, and it was like the end of the school year, only a lot worse, because we knew that we would likely never see most of the people from the program again.

The evening was filled with time spent with friends. Emily, Morgan, Anita, Erica, Sarah, and I went to the college for a little while to say goodbye to as many people as possible. Afterwards, we went out for ice cream, one last time.

I took a taxi home because it had gotten so late, and getting into that cab, staring out the back window as they all disappeared from view, was unbelievably sad.

The next day, Emily, Rong, Bronwyn, Tatiana (another friend, one of Rong and Bronwyn's roommates), and I went to Chicoutimi. We explored the festival, Rhythmes du monde, (Rhythms of the World), which took up several city blocks, and was lined with booths showcasing wares from various nations. It was a fun, cultural experience! Much better than simply taking the bus to the mall.

Apparently the festival is the biggest outdoor cultural and tourism-oriented event to ever come to the region of Saguenay-Lac-Saint-Jean. It was interesting to hear the different accents with which people spoke French; a man from Argentina had a particularly interesting one.

That evening, Emily and I went to Rong, Bronwyn, and Tatiana's home for one last hang-out and goodbye. It was awful saying goodbye to a final group of friends. Then I went home, and made a card for my host mom. I stayed up much too late, and had about two hours, or perhaps it was only 40 minutes, of sleep, before I got up to be driven to the airport at four or five AM. My host mom was so kind to drive me there that early. We never became extraordinarily close, but we did bond a little bit. She helped me check in my bags, and made sure I was all ready to go. It seemed to me that as she drove away, she was trying not to cry.

Sitting in the tiny airport in Bagotville was disheartening. There was a large group of what seemed to be Explore students from Chicoutimi, all together, reminiscing... thankfully a few students from the program in Jonquière were on the same flight as me to Montréal. We chatted, and felt sad together. That was nice.

I flew from Montréal to Calgary, and the waiting in the Calgary airport was the worst. I was close to home, yet miles and miles from all my friends. I wanted people to cry and reminisce with, but instead I was alone, sitting in the terminal, waiting for my flight to Kelowna. It made me think of Thailand, and the awfulness of saying goodbye to everyone, but at least we were all in it together. Thank God for friendship. I was texting my friend Emily, who was still in Jonquière for one more day. It was so odd, my sitting in an almost entirely Anglophone environment, while she was still completely immersed in that small Francophone city. And there we were, texting, just as we had on countless other days in Jonquière, yet we were nearly 4000 kilometres apart.

I arrived home, in Kelowna, walking off the flight alone, excited to see my family but missing French already.

My incredible cousins Talina and Conrad were there with my (real, no longer host!) mom and brother. My mom and I left them at camp, where I was to join them as a cabin leader in a week. What a dramatic shift. From Québec, a relatively secular environment, to the wonderful Gardom Lake Bible Camp, all in the space of one day. From complete submersion in French to an environment where hardly anyone spoke it. So it began. Life went back to normal. And it honestly wasn't as bad as I had expected. I love my family and friends, and thankfully, they love me too. It was good to get back to normalcy, in a way. Amazing friends, family, my own bed, and delicious food! But even taking the time to finally write this all out has been hard, as I have relived certain moments of my Québec experience. I miss it. One cannot live in the past however, and as François put it:

Ainsi va la vie qui va.

Which loosely translates to:

And so life goes on.

Almost Everything

Wow. I have really done an awful job of keeping everyone up to date on what I have been doing these last few weeks, and for that I apologize. You see, the problem is this: that I am doing and have done so many things worth blogging about that I have not had the time to blog. I suppose you shall just have to speak with me in person. But, that will take a LOT of talking. So, to give you at least an idea of some of the things that have transpired over these past few weeks, I will try to create a summary. I will also try to limit myself to one photo for each event, but that could be difficult. I hardly know where to begin, but I will try to be brief and to the point. The last events I have written about include my rafting experience and Cap Trinité. Ha, when I look at that, I am overwhelmed by the number of events that I have not written about.

After Cap Trinité, on Sunday, July 18th, I went whale watching. Tadoussac. What a beautiful little touristy town. We ate lunch on the beach and explored the town while waiting for our time to go out on the water.

Lunch included the leftover Nanaimo bars from the movie night before... delicious. The whale watching was fun, but not overly thrilling for me, as I have already seen whales. Nevertheless, they are incredible creatures, and I was very happy to have seen a few up close again.

We also got to wear ridiculously large red suits, which is always a plus. However, the weather was freezing cold. The sky was stormy, and for some reason, our guide seemed to keep steering us into the rain rather than out of it. But despite the frigid wind and pouring rain, I enjoyed the experience, particularly when our guide took us into a sort of inlet. We saw a gorgeous waterfall and beautiful green hills and mountains; I was very happy to have brought my camera.

The following week, from July 19-23 was La Semaine des Amis Secrets - Secret Friend Week. Those of us who wanted to participate, teachers and monitors included, drew names to find out to whom we would be a secret friend. Throughout the week, your secret friend was to give you challenges and rewards, and you were to do the same for the person whose name you drew.

I drew the name of somebody with whom I was already friends, Rong, so it was a lot of fun to think up challenges for her. It was my final challenge to her that I liked the most - a scavenger hunt, in which she was given a page of a sticker story book for Alice in Wonderland - Alice au Pays des Merveilles, with a clue to follow that took her to the next clue, and so on and so forth, thereby taking her through her walk to school and then all over the college, finding pages of the book. Once she had found them all, she had to put together the book and follow the last clue to find her prizes - candy and a journal.

At the bottom of the pages of Alice in Wonderland, I had written a code that revealed who I was, and in the journal, I gave her the key to unlock the code. It was so much fun!

As for the challenges that I received, I did everything to laugh loudly and awkwardly in class, to dress up as a baby. It was a fun experience, and mon amie secrète gave me very good prizes.

At the end of the week, we always have a réunion générale, an assembly during which we draw names for prizes, find out who won tournaments or contests, watch the monitors perform a skit, and discover La Personnalité de la Semaine - The Personality of the Week, for each class. In each class, the students vote for this person, and it is generally based on participation, effort to speak in French, or any other noticeable and appreciable personality traits. Well that week, I won in my class! I was pretty excited, because it meant that I got a lanyard from the college :) Haha. As my teacher called my name, she also revealed that she had been mon amie secrète! I was entirely surprised. She really is an amazing teacher!

Another fun happening that took place during the July 19-23 week was, well, my marvelous brother's birthday on Monday, and also a mandatory movie night that same day. We watched À vos marques, partez! 2. It was a lot easier to understand than the first movie we watched - La grande séduction, as this one revolved around an international teenage swim competition. There were a couple lines in English, and the story was easier to follow, as it involved teenage love. It was a fun cheesy movie.

To finish off the week, we had a Soirée Costumée. Everyone chose "teams", and so my friends and I went as animals. We had Anita as le chat noir, Erica as le lion Québecois (she had a blue boa tail), Sarah as le zèbre, Emily as un guépard... or perhaps it was un léopard, Morgan as le lapin blanc, and myself as un oiseau multicoloré.

The event was a lot of fun, and it was cool to see all of the different costumes! There were two Pacman teams, a team that dressed up as the monitors, a Koodo group, Crayons, and many others. This is us on the bus to the college. We got a lot of curious stares and comments!

On Saturday, I went with Emily and Sarah to the mall in Chicoutimi, because we had not signed up for the zoo activity. Emily was thrilled to find a Tim Hortons, as she had been missing her Ice Caps. We shopped, and saw many other Explore students who had nothing better to do than hang out at the mall in Chicoutimi. It was a nice relaxing day, a good break from having things on the go all the time.

Timeline wise, I have now brought you to my "Le vent et le rafting" post. Sunday was the day of our rafting adventure, which I have already told you about. Which brings me to our last full week in Jonquière! To be continued....

Le vent et le rafting

My foot is asleep. It is all tingly and cold. That is what happens when you sit crosslegged, typing typing typing, for too long.

This morning, I woke up at 5:30am. It was beautiful. The wind was slamming against the house, and the aftermath of rain was splattered against the patio doors. The sky was gray and cold, and I was loathing the idea of being in a wetsuit. But I sluggishly prepared my delicious and nutrional lunch: a wagon wheel, a chocolate/almond/caramel granola bar (why even bother with the granola?), fatty yogurt, a carrot (yes!), and a sandwich. Mmm. Has anyone ever heard of milk bread? I think it may be something beyond just white bread, because white bread isn't indulgently unhealthy enough. That is what I made my sandwich with, that and a fat slice of processed cheese, black forest ham, and a few redeeming pieces of lettuce.

I showered much too slowly, then ate breakfast. Then I realized that I had been dawdling for too long, and had only seven minutes to get to the college. Which is a problem because, as I've said before, it takes about 30 minutes to walk there. And, usually, at least 10 minutes to bike. So, I raced out the door, and pedaled as fast as I could, then ran to the meeting place. And, I made it! Just in time. Thank goodness.

We took the buses to the rafting prep building, stood in line there for the washroom for 10 minutes, then were outfitted in stinky wetsuits, life jackets, helmets, and shoes. The shoes were the worst. Filled with sand and sopping wet and completely worn out. But, definitely a better option than soaking my own only decent runners. So off we went to La Rivière Shipshaw... or something along those lines, and were grouped into rafts, and given a safety talk. The guide giving the talk made a mistake while speaking and swore, then apologized, saying he had learned his English in BC.... hahaha.

The rafting was a lot of fun, though not quite as intense as I had been hoping. Although there were definitely a few good waves! The last rapid was the most exciting. In some of the other rafts, people actually fell out. Thankfully, the water wasn't that cold, and they all made it back to their boats. We stopped partway through the trip, and went cliff jumping. It is always so exciting to build up apprehension and expectation as you climb, then overcome your fears and just jump. And afterwards, when you have resurfaced and are floating in the water, with your helmet, shoes, and lifejacket all still attached to you, you feel happy, and want to do it again.

At the end of the trip, we had to carry the rafts through the underbrush to where the trucks would pick them up, then hike up to our buses. After that, we had some time to eat while everyone took turns changing. We left for the Cégep as the second group of rafters arrived, and made it back for 1:45 pm.

Now, what to do with a wonderful, windy Sunday afternoon? Bike of course! I was too tired to be social, and so decided to turn my ten-minute bike ride home into a thirty-minute leisurely period of exploration. The wind was perfect. It was forceful and cool, and blew hard against me, flattening my jeans to my calves. I love love love wind. I also think that Sunday is a sort of laundry day, because I saw a lot of clothes hanging out to dry at many different houses. There was one white house, with a blue and white flag of Québec flung back in the wind, that had blue and white laundry to match. C'était très agréable. I also found a house with a small watermill that had trees growing and hanging about everywhere. It made me think of mushrooms and dwarves and deep forests. I eventually headed home, and lay on the grass in the front yard for about an hour. Just feeling the wind against me. Thinking, not thinking, dozing, daydreaming.

Samedi le 17 juillet - Cap Trinité

So, this entry has been a long time in coming. I am terribly sorry about the wait, but here you have it.

What a wonderful, exhausting, beautiful weekend.

We left for Cap Trinité early Saturday morning. (Now over two weeks ago!) My friend Emily and I spent most of the 1.5 hour bus ride talking to one of the monitors named François, hearing about his various football injuries. One of these involved his calf muscle protruding from his leg. All I could think of was how glad I was that all of the descriptions were in French, because if I had thoroughly understood everything he was saying, I am sure I would have been a bit more queasy. Or maybe I am finally toughening up.

At Cap Trinité, we were left to find our own way up the mountain.

Having been told that some sort of statue and an incredible view awaited us at the top, we set off with our backpacks and cameras. It quickly became apparent that this was not going to be a simple stroll. A sign posted at the beginning of the trail told us that the hike up was 3.5 km, and that the trail's level of intensity was difficile. It definitely was.

The hike started off innocently enough, but soon led to flights and flights of stairs and trails that were all straight up the hill. Everyone was sweating within a few minutes, and the humidity was no help. After we had been hiking for a little over an hour uphill, the trail began to turn downwards. This was slightly disconcerting, because we had all thought that the statue and view would be at the very top of the hill. But, since there was only one trail, we trudged on for another half an hour, and finally made it to our destination.

(from left to right: Erica, Sarah, Emily, Anita, Myself, Morgan)

The view really was beautiful, and the statue was interesting, but not spectacular. Lunch however, was.

(from left to right: Myself, Bronwyn, Rong)

Once fed and rested, we headed back up, and then down, the hill. It felt so good to just sit at the bottom, and think of how much good we had done ourselves.

On the bus ride back, we talked with two of the monitors about everything from rabbits and fishing, to politics and abortion and music.

It was a very interesting discussion, one that left me feeling quite energized and excited about how much more French I had learned. Plus, good conversation is just energizing in general!

That evening, after a shower and short rest, Megan and I were ready to meet our respective friends for dinner.

Unfortunately.... it was pouring. Il pleut à boire debout - a Québecois expression for when it rains ridiculously hard, and which definitely applied in this situation! So... we wimped out and called a cab.

A few minutes later, I arrived at Le Barillet and met my friends for dinner, which was delicious! We were all feeling very hungry, and veritably gobbled up our food.

After dinner, we took a cab to a corner store, Le Corneau Cantin, and bought Nanaimo bars and something else that was delicious and sugary. Mmm!

We then walked to Anita and Erica's house, and watched 27 Dresses. When it came to watching the movie and actually eating the snacks, we were so filled by the sugary unidentified snack that we decided to save the Nanaimo bars for whale watching the next day. All in all, a most excellent day, and I'd have to say that the delicious dinner and snacks were definitely well-earned.

I also took a cab home after walking Morgan to her house, since it was almost midnight. First time doing that alone! Haha, exciting things happen here in Québec.

La Nourriture

Mmmm. We had two hot dogs smothered in chili and cheese with fries for dinner. With no veggies. Again. Now don't get me wrong, I love my host family, and the food that my host mom cooks is delicious. But when you indulge in potatoes and meat and fish and fries on a regular basis, isn't there at least some need to try and complement the carbs and protein with maybe some.... carrots? Or a salad? Or at least something green?

The cafeteria at the college isn't much better. The veggie/fruit options are kind of weak, with the carrots, celery, and apples being soft and flavourless. For salad, if you have already taken a meal plate, you are limited to filling up a tiny paper cup that is comparable in size to a cupcake wrapping. My favourite way to "be healthy" for lunch is the little plastic bowls that contain a variety of canned fruits, such as those delicious, sweet mandarin orange pieces that swim in juice.

There is one mystery vegetable that shows up from time to time as a part of the meals. My friends tried to guess what it might be, and figured it could be a parsnip. Funny how we all had heard of parsnips, but none of us actually knew what one looked like. After a Google search, it turns out that the mystery vegetable is a parsnip! We are now all much more enlightened.

Today I bought two grapefruits, and a health smoothie that told me it would provide me with two fruit/vegetable servings. I was unbelievably excited.

Val-Jalbert and Pédalos

I realized that I still have not written anything about last Saturday, which is a shame because Saturday was quite an enjoyable day.

On Saturday, (over a week ago now) we took an hour long bus ride through some of the most gorgeous countryside I have ever seen. Bright fields of yellow, beautiful forests... and, locals are proud of Lac St. Jean for a reason - as we passed it, there were audible gasps all along the bus aisles. It is a tremendous lake that stretches nearly to the horizon. Positively stunning, and just so... immense!

There was a little town, called Chambord I believe, that was situated on the lake. It was filled with white houses and pretty views and looks like a place where I would like to live for maybe a little while. Like a place out of a story book where a young teacher comes to work, and is all alone but then finds love and fulfillment with teaching the young children of the town. Something cute and cheesy and heartwarming like that.

Our bus ride took us to the historic village of Val-Jalbert, a now-abandoned town where the economy used to revolve around a pulp mill built at the foot of a waterfall. The town was built in the early 1900's, but was deserted after 25 years of occupation when the pulp mill was closed down.

It was a lovely place, with a beautiful waterfall, hiking trails, a télépherique (mini gondola),

and, of course, deserted buildings.

There was one house in particular that I would thoroughly enjoy living in. The house was filled with colours, none of which matched the others, and all sorts of old furniture.

An old school building also stood nearby, with somewhat ineffective period actors, although their presence did serve as a reminder that nuns were the teachers at the school.

I bought an overpriced iced tea, and looked in the recreated "General Store", where there were equally overpriced souvenirs. And large patterned furry coats for sale. I suppose those are appropriate to the time period... Overall the day was grand. I am reminded again and again of how much I love the outdoors. God is so beautifully displayed in His creation!

On the bus ride home, nearly everyone fell asleep. Back in Jonquière, my friend Emily and I wanted to go paddle-boating, but by the time we arrived at the rental shop, they told us it was too late to go out. Instead, with another group of girls from the Explore program, we met a funny elderly Québecois gentleman.

The conversation started as someone asked him to take a photo of our group, and he positioned the camera with the lens facing towards him. He looked taken aback, and exclaimed that he couldn't see anything. (In French, of course.) Someone helped him flip it around, and the photo was taken. We were all barely holding ourselves together, as it was quite the amusing display! We continued talking with him after, as he asked each of us where we were from, and how we were liking our time here, questions about the college, stuff like that. I somehow managed to explain to him in French how the educational system in the rest of Canada differs from the educational system of Québec. It was a bit of a challenge, but it felt so good to see him finally understand, to know that I had succeeded in saying something of use, using words outside of my normal vocabulary!

It was Sunday evening, after the Fjord en arbre, that Emily and I went down to the river (La Rivière aux Sables) and succeeded in renting a boat to take out on the river. We were with

three other friends, Sarah, Anita, and Erica, and as such, being an odd-numbered group of people, had to take out one pédalo (pedal boat) and one canoe. I sat in the bottom of the canoe while Sarah and Emily

paddled... :) .... and Erica and Anita took the pédalo.

The sunset from the river was gorgeous! I must say, I like the colours of the sky here in Jonquière. Or maybe I just like sky.

Afterwards, we went to a little place called Ici le café, and ordered delicious drinks that were more like desserts when you considered the amount of whipped cream that topped them. All in all, a very enjoyable day!

Language

Language is a beautiful thing. The only thing separating an English sentence from the same French sentence is the way someone positions their tongue and mouth, the way they use their vocal chords to make the sound come out a different way. It means the same thing. Yet, when we don't understand a language, it becomes meaningless background noise. Nonsense.

Here in Jonquière, I have become somewhat accustomed to hearing and speaking French in school and in various activity situations, but I still marvel when I hear French spoken in everyday life, in settings that I have no part in. I love hearing the little kids giggle and annoy each other at the waterpark. I love passing by ten-year-old boys on their BMX bikes at the skate park, as they talk about whatever it is that ten-year-old boys talk about. I like listening to local teenagers speaking to each other on the street, shooting my friends and I curious glances, because somehow everyone in the town knows who the new students are. I love trying to speak with the elderly gentleman we met in the park who didn't know how to take pictures with a digital camera.

Today, I came home and my host mother's 21-year-old daughter Marie-Julie was sitting in the living room, calling her boyfriend's dog over to her. Viens, viens ici! I loved the rerealization that French isn't just something foreign to be learned, it is simply another way to express oneself. There isn't anything integrally different from Viens, viens ici!, than from telling a dog to Come, come here!

Another language isn't simply a bunch of grammatical rules and verb tenses, it is an expression of life and thought just as central and natural to other people as English words are to me. And that is the real objective: to so thoroughly know a language that it is no longer English translated into something else; it is direct expression, it is thought instantaneously translated into sound and life.

Treetop Adventures

Québecois bikes really don't like me. Or something. Earlier this week, Megan and I tried biking to school, and my bike's seat kept shifting up and down, like a bull trying to throw off its rider. It also chose to shift gears without any prompting from me. And yesterday! As I was biking to the college for my treetop adventure (I took the other bike this time) I heard a put put put, and my bike stopped. The tire was flat. And not just flat, but off the bike too, so I couldn't even walk it to the school, because it wouldn't roll! So I intermittently lifted up the seat and rolled it on the front tire, and carried it to the school. Thankfully I arrived in time! After the Fjord en arbre, one of the monitors at the school helped me reinflate the tire and put it back on the bike. Unfortunately, it later deflated again, but wonderfully enough, it stayed on the wheel, and I rolled it home! I suppose the bright side is that I learned some new French vocab about bicycles and tires.

Fjord en arbre

I arrived home feeling hot, sticky, and a bit dirty, but also fit and adventurous. My time in the trees was a lot of fun, and quite the workout. The course progressed from very easy to rather challenging by the end, with the grand finale being a huge zipline. There isn't much to write about, other than the fact that it was basically a giant high ropes course, and we were in

charge of carabining ourselves from one place to another. It made me miss camp. And, the view was

spectacular! Anyways, instead of writing more, I will supply photos. Most of the photos are of my friend Emily. Haha... I was one of the few people who was able to actually bring my camera all that way up, because I supplied myself with a fanny pack from my host mom. They are incredibly practical things! Really! They are the perfect size to hold all of your important belongings, and you can easily access everything. Especially in the one I had, because there were so many pockets! A thing of beauty.

It was like a giant playground in the trees!

One thing that surprised me, was that I was actually one of the more "experienced" people there, relative to the people around me. It was a pleasant surprise, and I have camp to thank. Those two summers spent in the high ropes course at Gardom Lake carabining campers from one rope to the next certainly paid off.

After I finished the course, which ended with a wonderful, long zipline ride through the trees, I headed back to the main building area, and played cards with some of my friends.

We ate a dinner of slightly mushed Caesar salad, spaghetti, and flavourless cake, then headed back to the college on the bus.

The view on the bus ride was also gorgeous. The landscape of Québec reminds me of BC, only without the mountains. I miss seeing mountains in every direction! Although it truly is beautiful here.

First Full Week, Part 1

Wow. I have been here for one week as of this evening, but I feel like I have been here for weeks, months maybe. It has been incredibly hot every day so far, except for Friday, and today. Friday was 25-30 degrees Celsius. A nice respite. Although the humidity index was still about 94%! The level of humidity here is insane, especially when coupled with thirty minute walks both to and from the college. It makes me incredibly thankful for the basement room with a fan that my roommate and I share! So, let me recount to you some of this week's events. First, the basic schedule is:

- Wake up at 7 am.

- Shower if I didn't the night before.

- Eat breakfast.

- Walk to school.

- Classes start at 8:30 am.

- Break from 10-10:15 am.
- Lunch at 11:30 am.

And then afternoons vary.

Monday

We headed to school for 8:20 am, and had a big group meeting, then were assigned to different classrooms to take placement tests. After that, we had lunch, then regrouped in the main meeting area. We were given an orientation, and then headed out for a scavenger hunt! It was a fun concept, as it took us all over the town so we got to know our way around, but it was incredibly hot. In the downtownish area, there are these lamposts with flags on them from countries around the world, and they have different stats, some on the Francophone

populations there. It is really interesting!

Megan (my roommate) and I walked home for dinner. And it started to pour. We were honestly drenched to the skin by the time we walked in the door.

Later that evening, there was a mandatory dance. I was rather nervous for it, because I had no idea what to expect. I had never been to a dance, as my school doesn't hold them. As it turned out, it was basically just fun mingling, and getting to know people. Not so bad! The basic conversation consisted of getting to know a person's name, and then asking where they are from. In my case, I usually say either Vancouver, or Kelowna. If I say Kelowna and the other person gives me a blank look (which is most of the time), thenI say, Je viens de Kelowna, c'est proche à Vancouver. I have said variations on that sentence many times now. Generally, the only people who know where Kelowna is are fellow British Columbians, and some Albertans. Of course it varies a bit, and it is always exciting when someone from across the country knows about my city!

Tuesday

Classes officially began, and I was placed in Intermediaire II/III. Right in the middle! It is perfect.

Our class at this point consisted of six boys and six girls. I got to know

one of the girls in my class named Emily, and since then she and I have hung out a lot.

In our class, we do a lot of discussion, and a bit of grammar. Each day, someone brings in a newspaper article and explains it to the class. We aren't allowed to write down what we are going to say. Every day, someone also finds a Québecois saying, and tells us what it means. Whenever we learn a new word, it is always explained in French, rather than just immediately translated into English. I love this, because it helps us really associate French with our thought processes, and actual actions, rather than just with an English word.

During class, we signed the "pledge", stating that we would only speak in French during the program. That pledge is proving rather difficult and inconvenient to keep! I have two friends here who are from Vancouver, Janice and Philip, and they have never taken any French classes. Until now that is. It is so incredibly courageous of them!

That afternoon, we signed up for activities, and got our photos taken for our student IDs. I have yet to discover a use for the ID cards.

Later on, I went swimming in the college's Olympic sized pool. With a swim cap. First time with one of those! I really appreciate the sanitary benefits they provide.

That evening, I went for a short nighttime stroll with Megan. I adore the colours of the night sky.