Good morning guys! Amber and I arrived in Quebec yesterday. Flight delays kept us in Newark Sunday night. One of the features of the hotel we are staying at that I have been looking forward to is the breakfast basket: it is a little wicker suitcase filled with croissants, muffins, yogurt and juice.
Quebec is a lot like Mexico in that lots of people speak English and you occasionally overhear it on the street, but mostly you hear something other than English, in this case French. Yesterday evening, Amber and I stopped at a gas station for snacks and I accidentally said gracias when I meant to say merci.
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