1er juillet—After a couple of uneventful flights—only a slight mix-up at the Newark airport and a plane-change due to a lightning strike, I arrived in Quebec City on time. A couple of nice students with ‘Ecole de langues’ signs picked a few of us up at the airport and brought us to our dorm. I had to get my mind in gear for the Québécois accent all over again.
The rooms in Pavillon Moreau are small but comfortable enough, and cleaner than the dorm rooms I’ve seen at home. The weather is uncommonly cool, even for Quebec and the locals feel bad for us. A few students had to go out to buy coats. Hopefully it won’t last past this week.
July1st is the Canadian national holiday. At the informational meeting we were told that there was a celebration that night in the Old City, so of course I had to go. I met another student, Susan, from Philadelphia, in the airport, and we decided to hop on a bus—in the wrong direction unfortunately—but finally arrived in the ‘vieille ville’ and I had dinner at a nice restaurant on the Grand Allée. I’ve seen this street many times during my ski trips but the patios were always covered with snow.
After dinner we walked over to the Plaines d’Abraham where we could hear music playing. It was a rock band from Québec, singing in French of course, but I didn’t catch the name. There were pretty good but we didn’t stay long enough for the fireworks because we kept feeling raindrops and it was already pretty chilly.
The rooms in Pavillon Moreau are small but comfortable enough, and cleaner than the dorm rooms I’ve seen at home. The weather is uncommonly cool, even for Quebec and the locals feel bad for us. A few students had to go out to buy coats. Hopefully it won’t last past this week.
July1st is the Canadian national holiday. At the informational meeting we were told that there was a celebration that night in the Old City, so of course I had to go. I met another student, Susan, from Philadelphia, in the airport, and we decided to hop on a bus—in the wrong direction unfortunately—but finally arrived in the ‘vieille ville’ and I had dinner at a nice restaurant on the Grand Allée. I’ve seen this street many times during my ski trips but the patios were always covered with snow.
After dinner we walked over to the Plaines d’Abraham where we could hear music playing. It was a rock band from Québec, singing in French of course, but I didn’t catch the name. There were pretty good but we didn’t stay long enough for the fireworks because we kept feeling raindrops and it was already pretty chilly.
