Tuesday morning, Milica and I woke up in the home of our Canadian host mum, and it was great to get ready in the morning without a bunch of other girls hogging to bathroom mirror. At 9 a.m., we drove to the high school where all of the host parents of our classmates worked. It was wonderful to see our friends again and exchange experiences with them. Some of them have had a really great evening with their families while others had been a bit unlucky with their timing of their family, but soon that was just a faint memory. We began our visit at the high school with a tour of it, and I do dare say that I have never seen a high school so large. There were dorms for students who liked to live there, there were classrooms as far as the eye could see, and every time we turned a corner, a new hallway presented itself as if we walked in the corridors of Hogwarts. When it was time for lunch, we ate at the cafeteria where you could get a three-course meal for the mere price of six dollars. After lunch, we said goodbye to our Canadian families and exchanged e-mails in order to keep in touch after our journey and when everyone was done saying their farewells, we went for a walk to work of the calories from the events of yesterday and today – and when I say events, I mean the specular meals. Afterwards, we drove back to our hostel but not without a stop at the local museum first, where we were told the story of the province and the development from being just a small area to being an important part of Canada and its history. After the museum, we had just one last stop before we were home to the hostel, and that was at a cheese factory. Many of us had been looking forward to taste some cheese samples and maybe catch a glimpse of the inside of a real cheese factory. However, the reality of it was not as grand as one might had thought. When we stepped in, it was like stepping in at a convenient store and the cheese, which most of us were eager to try, tasted a bit bland and not as we had expected. The visited was not in vain, though, since we all took the opportunity to buy as much Canadian candy as we would eat. I bet the tour back was not as enjoyable for the bus driver as it was for us since both the students and teachers were on a sugar rush. And when we returned to our rooms at the hostel, we were nearly bouncing from wall to wall, which I blame on the artificial but yet delicious sweets. But since this was our last day, we had decided to eat together one last time. So Milica and I went out to find a restaurant that would be perfect to end our visit to this utterly beautiful and friendly country, and when we found the perfect one, we rushed home to get ready for the festivities of the evening. The dinner went great; everyone was laughing, joking, and commemorating the last two couple of weeks. This trip has been an experience of a lifetime, and it is one that I will never forget – I will even go as far as saying that no one from our class will ever forget this amazing and eye-opening journey.                       

Mot français:

Maison (f) d'étudiants = dorm

Sucreries (f.pl.) = candy

Musée (m) = museum

Fromagerie = cheese factory  

Échantillon (m) = sample

Courriel (mot québécois) = e-mail

Festivités = festivities

Lycée (f) = high school.