Quebec = K-bec = not a tourist
Trip Start Jun 06, 2009
49Trip End Dec 01, 2009
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Finally, some real travel. When I travel in the US it's not really challenging. Sure, there are diffrent rules and people speak a little diffrent. But traveling in another country, especially one where people speak a diffrent language is adventure. Just ordering a coffee becomes a fun challenge.
Visiting Quebec also reminded me of how much I like hostals. It's so easy to meet people and make new friends. As soon as I found the place I made friends with a girl from Alberta, a guy from Tazmainia, two guys from Switzerland, and a Mexican who's been living in Montreal for years. That's what I'm talking about! In fact, I was the only American out of dozens of other people I met at the hostal.
Within minutes of my arrival a group had been formed, a schedule of things to do was on the table, and beer had been bought by everyone for everyone
Quebec is a wonderful city. The old town area is a bit touristy but absolutly beautiful. It looks like an old, European town, and I hit it at a perfect time. The Quebec music festival was playing all week and there were stages and theatre stuff scadered about the whole town. From gorgous buildings, to street preformers, to walks down cobblestone streets, I sound like a travel show. You really get a feeling the locals know they have a truly unquie and progressive town. Proud but laid back, Quebec reminded me of Boston, but with a level of class and art only the French can provide. Insert joke here.
The last day in the city was spent with a very cool girl. I met Larrisa in the common room of the hostel and found out she had been biking for sixty days across canada. She started in Victoria and put in 100 mile days frequently. She's also 24. Just wanted to motivate some people with that. Needless to say, we drove to these falls that were great. And watched the worlds biggest projection screen show in the world. A super artsy documentary on the history of Quebec, that gets projected onto the sillos that sit in the harbor. It was amazing. My friend Jeff, who lives in Quebec was super cool and let Larrisa and I crash on his couches, saving us a night at the hostel. We also got to see Jeff's new basset-hound puppy. OMG! After brunch the next day, we biked through the old city, parted ways at my car, and met Sabatien. A pivotloe character in my next entry. It's was great to feel like a forigner and meet new people. If you ever wanted to go to Paris but didn't want to leave the continent? Quebec would be a nice second choice.