i visited a friend in quebec a few years ago. had a sort of surreal experience on the subway (i forget what they call it there) on the way to montreal. these girls on the car thought i didn't speak english. they thought i only spoke french and were talking about me. i don't really know why this disturbed me so much, but i didn't realize they were talking about me. ya know?
the friendship (with the girl i went to visit in quebec) kind of soured mostly because i "wouldn't visit her" on, i suppose what was going to be a yearly basis. would be nice but i can't afford that kind of thing. she "visited me" because her parents live here. i wonder who's paying for her ticket?
i had a lot of fun and it was very pretty there too. the church we went to was awesome. i loved all the architecture (example picture above... taken by moi (evidence that i do know french)). inside was amazing but, not surprisingly, blurry.
ps the metro
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