I have no idea why I decided to add the electric chair in there, other than that it did not escape my imagination to think that the process would be lengthy and fast at the same time in a weird way – much like my time here in Quebec is almost at it`s end.

So they don`t look evil, don`t judge a book by it`s cover.
So they don`t look evil, don`t judge a book by it`s cover.

To say I`m not sad would be, not a lie. I will be nostalgic, which defers slightly in the fact that I won`t miss my job at all working with the kids. The next generation can certianly go shoot themselves in the head, they will be the ones who will look upon our apocalypse and stare like a child who was refused the priviledge to play at whatever inneccessity they were bothering with, wondering why disaster fell on them. Or better yet, wouldn`t even know what the apocalypse is; global warming and all, animal extinctions will never be a problem for them unless the zoo dies out too.

Thankfully the weather here has been gracefully cool like a typical Vancouver summer, whereas the mornings are no longer in the 30`s celsius, which is one good relief from coutning the minutes too closely at work.

The Duck has alas deplored the city of Quebec with grace, she actually did not buy a single thing for herself other than souvenirs, one which is a pair of lovable boxers with nature calling and animals wiping together accompaning your romp, which she quickly forgot in the car of her coordinater`s friend, but it`s the thought that counts right.

Jokes. I will get them back in a few days. Like the Duck herself wouldn`t raise hell if half her paycheck just drove off forever. Just what will her mother say to her for not getting, no excuse me, giving the gift that she got to her host family for the 6 weeks that they hosted a world legend.

It`d be a shame for them not to have any evidence in the latter years that the Duck really makes a splash on the terribleness that is newsflash and magazines.

As for whether or not I feel any more grown than I was before I flew across the country, well I certiainly will have a better outlook on parenthood, namingly, never happening. I also verified that French is bogus in how nobody, employees-wise, food-employees to be more exact does not understand the Duck`s wishes. But evidently all my friends on facebook found it hilarious that I resorted to ordering in English in the end. My tapering volume as to what I wanted to order while in French had nothing to do with the ordeal whatsoever.

IMAG2709However, we did get to watch a free show of the Cirque Du Soleil, which I have no idea of the generousity, other than a blatant express to welcome and thank the Duck for visiting, it was quite simply amazing. Watching this petite femme swing around on a flying hoola hoop and touching the back of her knees to her head reminds me of when I tried to swing on those tire swings standing up and almost lost my arms. Good times.

Are they beautiful or what
Are they beautiful or what

There were also a male duo that made the Duck want to swoon and wonder of their love making, but maybe that was too much.

This coming weekend will be the Duck`s last one here, and aside from this alter ego, the inner nerd cannot wait to go thrift shopping to get oversized jumpers and visit le sac-a-mots, a wonderously preserved used book store that has about everything I could want. It certainly did just sell a $50 Da Vinci Code book with illustrations for $3 to my friend who now has 3 different versions of the same book. The inner nerd feels better about herself.

Since it`s not quite over yet, let`s not do the whole goodbye thing, not until the Duck boasts about her lopsided farewell card that will swiftly have an English translation on the other side just in case all her Frenchness comes out to be offensive somehow.

Other than that, one must bravo the old buildings of Quebec. It was hell trying to navigate streets that have no streetnames, except on one far end where they`re all clumped IMAG2773together on one pole the old fashioned way; whereas the roads and blocks were in neither squares or sections, and overlooking all the overpriced tourist shops, it was worthwhile. Certainly, pissing off a tailgator and getting karma while he stomped on the brake after passing in front of us was entertaining –

The waterpark we went to the next day has got Vancouver beat two-fold; almost drowned in the wave pool, but what`s life without failing at your supposed niche, Duck.

IMAG2761_1IMAG2754IMAG2757IMAG2751IMAG2648_1

La Rue de les Artists
La Rue de les Artists
Tourisme !
Tourisme !