Well today we arrived at Trois Pistole. The stay at Matt and Chariss uncle and aunt in Laval was great. After going to the morning worship service at the Eglise Reformande de Quebéc (spelling?) we left. It was an uneventful trip but we really found out that Trois Pistole is pretty much the hickest town weve ever seen. As we came within 20km of the town we were terrified because all we saw was just old run down houses and barns and these scruffy scary looking people outside of them...we sat in silence for like 10 minutes in fear...we arrived at the sketchy looking school and no one was there...our foster father (it sounded strange to us too) picked us up and brought us to his house. It turns out that the family (Viateur and Chantelle with there kids Felix and Audrey and their dog Fripon (spelling?)) is super nice and the house is really beautiful. Also, charis, matt, amy, and I were allowed to live together. Along with us for we have a new roomate from Saskatoon named Michael...hes a cool guy. So after a steak and french-fry dinner dinner (and Amy translating the parents words into English for us) we left for the opening ceremonies. It was interesting...the entire town came out for the event. There we met up with our fellow Redeemerites Kevin and Jake vanDorp. The guy explained to us (who didnèt know any French) that three things happen when you attend this place: 1. you are referred to as the blank faces (because you dont understand what or even if people are talking to you); 2. you have nightmares of everyone speaking french and you not understanding them (or even worse you speak french in your nightmare and you dont understand yourself); 3. by the end of the five weeks you dont know english or french as you begin to mix both french and english words into your conversations making some sort of hybrid language. He also warned us that we would be run over if we walk on the road...we arent supposed to expect cars to slow down for us as they do in other parts of the country. After a brief introduction to our profs everyone met in the social hall for some spiked juice.. it was great. We met the guy who runs it...he already labelled charis as special, lol. Our foster mom (mere) and dad (pere) then proceeded to give us the brief run around of the happening places in Trois Pistole. Once we arrived back home, (strange how im calling it that already) we just chatted it up for a while...it was nice. And well that was my day. Tomorrow is registration and from then on we cannot speak any english at all - not even to each other. The spies are watching us. Except for when im on the computer. But im excited for these next five weeks...Im surprised at how im learning already for as i typed this post up i kept on wanting to translate and speak in French...this should be a good trip (bon vogage)! Bon soir!

Wow! A Carmanite who thinks he's found the hickest town ever....I'm scared! Just kidding. Sounds like you're going to have an awesome time. Don't forget your true English background though!! Have fun, and keep us updated!

Talk to you later,
Pamela