Day Forty Eight

Now it is currently almost 4 o'clock in Quebec City, and I am still in my pajamas, have my entire wardrobe sprawled over my floor, and have Emmanuel laying in my bed. I am in the midst of packing for the week of billetting, wherein I leave the tiny, colourful, yet oddly comforting house to go live in the house of some one in the community. I am billetting with someone from the group, so I won't be entirely alone, but I am a little nervous for the amount of French.

Last night was a Katimavik Haloween party. All three Katima-groups from the area gathered at the Levis house and had an amazing night. We had a pumpkin carving contest, a giant game of Loup-Garou, and then onto a Ghost Tour of Quebec. The Gost tour was full of real stories of the criminal history of Quebec. I found it so interesting. After that, the night was complete with a moon lit stroll of Old Quebec.

Today, instead of packing for two weeks of billetting, I called my sister and we had a really great convorsation. Usually, my sister and I have the usual only-talk-when-neccesary-did-you-take-my-shoes relationship. But since I have been gone, it has been easier for us to talk. I really enjoyed talking with her and sharing with her the experiances I have been through in the short month and a half I have been absent.

Funny Story from the Party last night.
Since Levis is so far fom Quebec City, my group didn't really really know the Levis group. As I was getting to know the group, I introduced myself to one very tall guy. The following conversation took place shortly after:
Me: Hello, My name is Irene.
Jordon: Jordon, you're name is Irene?
Me: ...Yea?
Jordon: Do you have a blog?
Me: *stunned face*
Jordon: Yeah, I googled Katimavik, an I found your blog. Its good.
Me: oh, thanks.

Hilirously awkward, also it is the first time that my writing has preceded me. It was interesting.

Every day is a new adventure, so no worries.