Ah, the sweet mixture of classical composition, Relient K, and a various mis-mosh of noises coming from the hallway. La-dee-da. We're currently chilling out at our hostal, relaxin' till it's time for bed. I'm hanging out on the stairs, enjoying being apart of everything, but at the same time my very own little unit. I'll probably eventually have company, but until such time as that happens I will share s'more. Today we will be accompanied by my chum Kara. Madam Crisafio likes to pronounce it K-ah-ra while it's actually K-air-ah... I combined the two and made it Kayara. Hehe.

Since we two are the oldest of the group, many times we get the joy of leading our fellows into the charge of whatever activity we are doing. Huzzah for age. In any case, allow me to describe Kara's personality for you. She's basically the ultimate tomboy. I started naming sports and she was like "Yeah, I love those" not to mention the fact that she knows way more about... well any sports league than I do. Agh, manhood failure. As a track runner, soccer player, and who KNOWS what else, I assume she's pretty good at what she does. We've been Quebec for two full days and she bought a t-shirt that looks like a sports jersey. Figures.

Little did I know until today that her abilities go beyond sports. Apparently she plays both drums and piano. (feeling increasingly inferior) Let's just say she wasn't made for sparkles, regardless of whether or not Madam Crisafio is obsessed with them. We like to poke fun at that and at the fact that she stops at almost every dog to adore it. Madam likes to subordinate our group off course. It's actually pretty hilarious. There's a prank war going on between the two girl rooms. I don't know anything about that though because I'm a boy. I'm pretty sure Madam is the instigator. Oh yeah, and I also forgot that Kayara keeps telling me that General Tso's Chicken is made out of cat. I refuse to believe her. I think whenever she tells me that I'll just start beat-boxing and block her out. Hooray for vocal percussion.

Word of Wisdom: Don't trust GPS's to guide you. You'll get lost. Have a backup plan.

Today we went to see a beautiful waterfall, known as Montmorency. It was gorgeous. It gave me some inspiration for song writing, or even writing period. I can't wait to put it into words. In the meantime, I'll write about people though, because while scenes won't disappear, people will. La-dee-dah.

Ps. There are some others that I'd love to write about, but they've been too silly about what I can and can't put into my blogging so I've decided to exclude them until further notice.

This is Stevie signing off until next time,
Au Revoir