il y avait un fois une fille trop gentille (entry no.16)
Forgive me if this post is a little longer or shorter than usual, I can’t really see how much I’ve written. That’s because I’m writing this entry on my phone instead of my computer since I’m not home at the moment. Currently I am in Quebec City, an 8 hour drive from my home. I’ve never driven this far but it was a relatively easy drive. It was a straight road with trees lining both sides of the highway. I’ve been to Quebec a couple of times and every time I go I fall in love with the French Language. I was in French Immersion for 8 years so I know more French than your average Canadian. That being said I understand it more than I speak or write it. It’s such a pretty language and I enjoy practicing what I’m going to say when ordering or asking for directions. So far I’d like to say I’ve been doing considerably well even though I haven’t spoken French in what feels like centuries. Everyone I’ve spoken to is really nice and I can tell they appreciate the effort. My only complaint is...