Oh Canada, I guess I fell in love

maine

Today was one of those days where it was in a movie. I decided last minute to visit Canada before I left Maine, so close to the border.

Canada is a different land mine.

Full of the French language and architecture that will make you question America’s monopoly as the North American mecca.

I see now how New Orleans tried to imitate a French landscape and how Canada did it better. The colors, flags, and people are loud and vibrant. Ranging in colors and languages. It’s mandatory for everyone to learn French and English.

Before coming, I knew doing Quebec City in one day would be difficult and so I decided to do a food tour. Combining two of my loves, food and history.

The guide stuck close to me and answered my questions walking in between places. Mostly about politics, the immigration policies, how that affected local Canadians, the election, and as always, I asked about superstitions in the area.

He answered kindly and we kept up a nice conversation about him. He was an archeology major who moved to Quebec for the historical reasons. He accidentally got stuck doing tours since 2013 and works seven days a week.

His views on immigration ranged from condescending about the amount of respect Canada gets for a more “open policy” as he says that it’s easy to get in but hard to stay in Canada. He told stories about how many engineers and doctor’s he knows that can’t find a job because they can not speak English.

The motto is, speaking English you can get a job anywhere. If you speak French and not English, you won’t find a thing.

Says a lot about the political landscape of Canada.

Not to downplay the food though. Because I can live in Canada and remaining what I’ve been told as “slim thick”. Which the term is altogether problematic but I won’t get into it now.

The food experience included: poutine, the Canadian version of shepard’s pie, stew, maple toffee, pea soup, some cream sugar cube, croissant, wines, and mac and cheese with Canadian-smoked bacon.

I am in heaven.

Currently, I am eating a meat and cheese board after my wine tasting at a local famous winery. My view consists of a vineyard (of course) with falls, mountains, and the city of Quebec in the background. My life is definitely different from how it was about a year ago.

Weird how one break-up and a weird job can change you.

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Florida Must Be The Swamp Trump Was Talking About

The Wasteland

*Let me start off by giving this disclosure: I went to Florida 2 days before a tropical storm came through. I had also just finished a week in a house with one of my friends. My expectations were high, I guess. *

I truly hate Florida. It was a swamp. Literally.

I heard people say expect that from Louisiana or Mississippi but not Florida. It literally was a wet, humid, insect-driven place.

The place I first went to was this tiny towns. I love tiny towns. I live for tiny towns on this trip. This scenery on the way out was pretty. Full of lush greenery and white people.

Pulling in, it wasn’t bad and the dude let me use one of his fancy tents. (Oh yeah, went back to camping, probably another personal reason of me hating Florida).

When the night came, apparently so did a thousand insects. I was huddled in the corner of my tent like in a scary movie with my shoe in my hand. I was a killer on a rampage and my target mosquitoes, weird bugs, and spiders.

The SPIDERS…

I finally passed out from exhaustion for 2 hours and opened my tent. Again, I was not prepared for the amount of spider webs in this place.

I grabbed all my stuff and left for Destin.

Destin, is another word for beach in Floridanese. Honestly, I was picturing those white beaches and blue sea. I got Galveston.

Gal-freaking-stan. Why?

Pensacola was next on the list for the day. I figure why not check mark all of them off before heading out of this humid hell.

The one good thing I can say about this place is the food. I tried Donut Hole and Shark Bite Tacos, both hella recommend. Donut Hole is something of a classic in Florida, I had no idea and was just looking for something that was opened early so I wouldn’t have to be in my tent.

I cancelled my night at the camping spot and went to this cute little camper on the border of Alabama and Florida.

Leaps and bounds my friends, leaps and bounds. It was even called Biscuit, and just like it’s name, it was overly cutsy but homey. The owner and I ended up talking about politics. (Political talk with people over 50= 2). She was a Bernie fan, so it went well.

Overall, Florida is a useless state and the beaches in photos are lies.