It took an hour and a half before I heard my first “Tabernac!” The bus driver was complaining about another bus blocking his way.
My room has a beautiful view. I think I can see Mont Royal. Well, a big hill anyway. With a large glowing cross on top. (Looks gaudy.)
I’m finding it hard to be extrovertive here. Not when instead of “Hello”, my first words are “Parlez-vous Anglais?” It hasn’t been a problem so far. And the locals are friendly. I just wish I had paid more attention to the backs of cereal boxes.
I promptly left the hotel to meet some friends at a nearby restaurant. It was a party so I met some new people. All of them spoke English thankfully. I’m desperately trying to remember all their names…
There were a LOT of people.
It was nice to be at a bar where people were happy to see me, which is more than I can say about Edmonton.