Despite my brain-dead state, I felt compelled to say that my volunteer placement is the sh*t.
Cafe La Mosaique is a mellow, delicious little spot in Levis that serves fair-trade products and has a big handful of volunteers that put in their time on a weekly basis. Sarah, the girl who trained me, is quite luckily an anglophone and relaxed like yours truly. My boss Catherine is very bilingual although she is a francophone, and apparently she's even more more mellow than Sarah. These next two months are sure to be a delight, despite my lack of enjoyment for standing for long periods of time. This, however, is countered by the fact that I don't start work until 10:30 every day, while the other Katimacrew have to be out of the house by 8:00. I'm the last person home from work, but I can deal with the extra sleep.
Tonight I was unaware of the fact that apparently I was supposed to make dinner for everyone, so the sitting-down was short lived. I corralled a little kitchen team and made a vegetarian-rotini-cheese-casserole.
My stomach can't possibly eat more, although it wants to. Everyone's diet has improved dramatically, but our last two trips to Wal-Mart have proved that the allure of a McDouble is too tempting. Fatty foods aren't so much a treat, but are becoming more uncommon. The exception to this rule? A fried chicken place up the road from the house, and the plethora of poutine available in quebec.
Last night we hit up a bar down the street from the Katimahouse called L'Ingerable. The team had a great time together and even got back home before our Project Leader made it back from his band practice. Not bad considering our curfew. The pictures are on facebook, but there's a beauty vid of one of our Taiwan students, Mark, trying out his first tequila shot...
... but blogger's uploader is garbage, so you'll have to wait for their input format to not suck to see it.
All this food and typing is making me sleepy. Goodnight, my very few readers.
Hales.

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