Snow.
Sometimes you end up alone in a blizzard in Quebec where no one seems to like you. But seriously, it still rules aside from wanting my friends to be here with me...
I know. I know I don't speak the language. Believe me, I wish I spoke French. But why assume I'm a stupid American? I speak 3 languages and generally have a fair bit of knowledge and empathy for the world as a whole. Not to mention that you have Jack Johnson playing on your freaking stereo, so don't act like America is the fucking evil empire - I just wanted to chitchat while I bought some batteries...
Furthermore, why, when you're having a lonely and sad dinner solo in a forgein land, is the after dinner "treat" always something flavored of black licorice - I hate it, ugh.
Aside from that, shot photos at a rail jam last night and woke up to a foot of snow- full blizzard whiteout. The others from Snowboard aren't gonna make it here anytime soon and its cold as hell.
I'll post the photos of my love den hotel room with fireplace and my car buried in the snow later.
Whatever, I'm gonna go take some photos of the cool old buildings until I can't feel my feet. Miss you