How to sum up a quarter of a year in a blog post...
Well, you really can't, but my best attempt is, Québec was probably the most fun I've had since I got out of high school.
I'm standing behind the counter of the Café La Mosaïque, clicking away at my keyboard, listening to Beirut. The place is totally dead today, so Catherine and Jerome took me out for lunch at some posh spot called Délice. Steak still wasn't as good as L'Intimiste, but it wasn't bad.
Last night we Skype'd the Orillia group, the 31161. They look like what Katimavik group should look like, all smiling and hilarious, not shit-heads like my group. :) As it happens, because of Katimavik's long standing relationship with the YMCA, we all get passes when we get to Orillia. I can finally reverse the damage done by cheap beer, cigarettes and poutine, and maybe get a little muscle added on as well, but knowing my skinny ass, probably not.
And, as is tradition with the 21161 apparently, we're losing another group member. Lauren has decided to quit the group so she can be with her two friends back in Nova Scotia during their pregnancy (and not because she maxed out her new credit card in a few days). Once again, things are a little dark in our Katimahouse, but maybe Ontario will help brighten things up.
With this weekend comes a final volunteer placement, a big game of Manhunt/Kick the Can (rose valley knows what I'm talking about) with Candra's group, packing and a power clean. They really make you feel it in Katimavik, the moving-on that is. It's kind of sad leaving my 200 year-old, creaky, haunted house. Seems like just yesterday our bus woke the neighbors up as it dropped us all off at 3am. Now we're going to go do the same thing in Ontario.
Before you know it, I'll have landed in Kelowna (probably in a foot of slushiness, because Valley winters suck), unpacking my stuff and not knowing what the shit to do with myself. Ah well, deal with Ontario first.
This coming Tuesday, at 4am, I'll be on a bus. at 7am, I'll be saying good-bye to one of the coolest girls in my life (for a while), and right after that, I'll be on a train for 16 god-damn hours. I'm about to do a bloody huge amount of pirating and poetry writing.
My only question left, is ''Why is it so damn hard to find good Montana paint in Québec?!"
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