I stumble out of the van to a grey haired, red plaid jacketed foreigner. I say hello and he… He says…. ?????? My thoughts exactly. Where the are we?
I took French til grade 12, I can put a pretty mean French accent on most English words (something I just can’t proove through written word) and I am conversationally capable in Spanish, so I’m not dumb. Maybe he is?
Just outside Quebec City we “stumble” upon a sugar shack. Thankfully our pair of three is two thirds semi capable in French.
Thankfully there are some hanglish speakers on site.
Thankfully it’s lunch time, and it’s served by some local ladies while a gent plays a tune.
Life is about balance. On one side of the scale there is you, the other side should be pure maple syrup. Once you consume your weight in said substance, you’ll understand. So I’m told.
Anyways, that much needed sugar high took us to Halifax.