I don’t have much exciting news to share today. We spent most of the day in the car, driving along the Ceilidh trail on Cape Breton on our way to Saint John, NB. We’re stopping here for the night before heading back to the US for a camping adventure.
Check out the assortment of proffered condiments at breakfast:
Remember how I said that Chéticamp is Cape Breton’s largest Francophone enclave? Well, that seems to be true. We encountered a lot of Francophones in our 16 hours in Chéticamp, including this charming group of women having a breakfast chat. I tried to be sneaky and take a picture of them.
When I asked them if I could have some sugar, they did not understand my French. Eventually, they figured it out and responded all in English. Lesson of the day: Don’t take foreign languages. Even if you study for a crap-jillion years, no one will understand you. Just give up. [I kid. Sort of. I made myself feel better by saying that I have a different accent, but HAHAHAHAHA.]
4 thoughts on “Day 7: Driving to Saint John, NB”
That might be the best photo I’ve ever seen.
Ha ha ha. Why am I not surprised by that? It seems unless you live there for a long arse time, your accent will just be off… right?!
I must say, a packet of cheez-whiz with “process cheese product” on the label does not do much for my appetite at breakfast. or lunch. or dinner.
I do love me some Velveeta shells and cheese, though it’s probably been nearly 10 years since I’ve eaten it.
NOM NOM NOM.