Went to head to Maine but the GPS took us up into Canada for some reason. Sherbrooke was on the way, which is where my aunt and uncle live. I haven’t seen them in forever because we live so far apart, so of course we stopped. It’s always interesting being Quebec. The people are so good looking, the fashion is at a higher standard and of course, everything is in French. It really fells like you’re in another country (well, Canada IS another country, but come on… most of Canada just feels like a weird America). I love coming up here.
We’re staying the night then heading out tomorrow after we figure out the road situations in Vermont/New Hampshire/Maine.
Oh, and Steve looked at me tonight and said, “Wow. You really are French.” This was because of my family. I just laughed.