I'm going to continue my blog in just English for now because I know the vast majority that are reading these do not understand French. I arrived here in Quebec City, Quebec, Canada on January 4th and everything was going to plan and I even managed to get off my plane at the same gate in Newark, NJ that I was needing to get on to go to Quebec (did you know that you can see the statue of liberty from there?). This was until l'Aéroport de Jean-Lesage where the man, who looked at my passport, failed to mention that the baggage claim was before those doors. I ended up leaving and had to sit and wait nearly an hour to get my baggage. When I got my baggage, I found a taxi without a problem, being that they were sitting right outside the airport with a giant sign pointing to them saying Taxi. I walked up to the man and figured, ok this is when I'll start using my french... Here goes nothing! As I am uttering my first word in French the man says, "Hello."
I think to myself for a minute and respond back with a hello, of my own. Why did he just do that? We start driving down the street and the next thing I know he is hopping out of the van (yes, a taxi van), apparently he didn't get the trunk closed tightly. So, we are driving and I ask him what are some good places to eat around here, and he tells me, "Oh, we have McDonalds, Burger King, Subways (yes, he did pluralize Subway) and we have KFC..." As he is rambling off everything we have in The United States, I look out the window and see the places in hopes of picking out an interesting restaurant because Mr. TaxiMan, wasn't helping.
Finally, we arrive at the university and my taxi cost about 30$, which I expected. What I didn't expect is to have to pay that 50 cents or so it was for him to stop in the middle of the road and re-close the already closed trunk. I thank the man and we part for our separate ways.
I get to the housing office and ask for my keys... Nothing special there; the man gives me my keys and tells me I'm in 1411 Biersmans-Moraud. OK. I then trek out to find my room. I found it without any problems. Open the door. There is just what I need; it's not too small, not too large. Perfect.
Perfect was an overstatement that night, I come to find out. Being that I was limited to what I could bring with me, I obviously decided to bring close over bedding. I know at SIUE, there is a thing for our study abroad students to rent theses sorts of materials, given that they aren't exactly travel-friendly. Well, I suppose Laval doesn't have that or I haven't heard about it. It was below Zero degrees that night, and I had no blankets.... I had to use my coat and random hoodies to keep warm because apparently my room heater wasn't exactly working correctly. If it was working, I mustn't know what 70 degrees feels like.
|"There are battered woman shelters more luxuriously appointed than the photo I'm looking at. Can I send you a care package?" - Michael William DeMoss|
After one miserable night of freezing and near starvation because I couldn't exactly find the food on campus. I woke up the next morning... (see next blog post)