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I blantanty stole this wonderful un-birthday photo from adespota, but she won't mind because LJ doesn't count bandwidth. ;)
I have only been home for two weeks, and yet already so much has happened. The best part, by far, was the four days spent (mostly lost) in Quebec avec Jenny. I've been terrible about updating about the trip, mostly because I knew she'd make a much better post about the whole thing than I could, including the pictures! The trip was full of random fantastic moments, and (other than the fact that neither of us have very good luck with maps) Jenny and I make pretty complementary travel partners. Some of my favourite moments were just spent people watching- like the random men I saw from the bus into QC, who were thumping their bellies like Tarzan would his chest and sharing a bottle of Jack Daniel's at 10 in the morning. Or the street singer who sung songs to tourists' children. Or just hanging out in the park by the Centre des Sciences because we could no longer find the energy to walk and seeing the sunbathers enjoying the fine weather. It was a great four days. :D
Unfortunately, though, great trips make coming back more difficult. I am constantly flummoxed by the way in which I pine for home from school, and then pine for school and independence when I am at home. I feel like I can't really update on the state of things here when the computer is in the living room and everyone is hanging about, but really nothing has changed since last May. I miss the loving atmosphere this place seemed to have at Christmas and Spring Break, but it's been replaced by anger and paranoia. I feel the stress tightening my shoulders and neck...I feel it's ironic that so many tourists flock to this area to relax.