It's a little difficult to figure out where to start when you're sitting in a Canadian Cafeteria surrounded by your good old pals (fellow tripeez) and about fourty French speakers. We're currently discussing getting hair in our food because there have been mysterious black hairs... These ladies need to learn to wear hairnets. Yuck.

Anyways... We're only on the second "day" and I already have enough material to keep me busy for at least a week of writing.  Before I actually start, I should probably describe one of our motley crew...

Andrew Boyd (our subject of the day): Some of you may have met Andrew... Some of you may have not. On the off-chance that you haven't, allow me to describe this lovable fellow to you. Andrew is of extremely huggable size, earlier he was described fluffy and therefore having more to love about him. That's my personal view anyhow. He probably knows geography better than anyone I've ever met.  He holds the high score on a app on his iPad. World domination is one of his favorite hobbies I do believe. He's a bit of a history buff. He just said, "Let's go around the table and state our favorite color. Black."
To which I promptly replied, "Racist."
In any case, allow me to get to the point.

Andrew, in his sometimes... interesting attempts to speak French he has latched onto certain phrases...
Well... Andrew has a creeper streak, which I'm sure many of you will understand, as you to have your creeper side. Mine involves crawling up to doorways to check who's there and knowing things that I shouldn't for some apparent reason. N-B-D. Anyway, Andrew had been being exceptionally creepy at some points in the car, one of the creepier being when he uses the phrase, "Oh contraire mon derrier" which translated, means very blatantly "Oh contrary my butt." So, I created The Creeper Count. This mechanism is relatively simple... Every time he does something we decide is creeper worthy, we give him an additional point on the creeper count. As of now he is at eighteen... Andrewwww....

...In other news Quebec is beautiful, the city is extremely clean and nice. It's actually a lot like the pictures I've seen of France. There's so much in terms of beauty that I can't wait to tell you about in future posts. I don't have a camera with me but I'll try and steal some photos from my pals. Oh, there's twelve of us... and we're all unique in our own little way. Quirkiness kablam. Welcome to Quebec.

This is Stevie signing off until next time, ;)
Au Revoir