The Laurentians

Here's a question: Is it harder to make a woman laugh than to kiss her? See this to see what I'm thinking about. I think it's true you know, kisses lie but laughs don't. If someone really laughs at your joke, a real full deep laugh you know it's real. ;)

The Laurentians were beautiful, all the leaves had turned red and gold and the air was crisp with that snap you get in mid-autumn. Went kayaking and hiking in 14C weather and had a wonderful time. Lit a campfire all by myself thought we stripped an entire tree for the twigs to do it! Sat around our burning fire and drank wire and smoked marshmallows and discussed boys and the future. Oh those boys! Then we got the scare of our lives when a stray dog came up to us, we thought it was a coyote!!! Agghhh.

The more north you get the more you realise that no one in Quebec has GOOD TASTE. They LOVE the kitsch. We saw a house with the sign "blarney castle" (eh eh jean-francois ca a l'air cool la!), plasic palm trees in front of a "spanish villa" styled house, and dinner? At the premiere cuisine of le restaurant le grand pa where all the tables had checkered tablecloths, the bill came in a little watering can and the pepper sauce was served in a...baby bottle. I kid you not. I ran screaming from the restauant!!!

Tried quebecois food, maple syrup beans, tortiere (meat pie), far too much pate, maple smoked ham and maple syrup pies. Peasant farty hearty food. Could not WALk after. All the waitresses were dressed in "quebecois traditionale" ie big shapeless dresses with boots. Couldn't tell them about from the puritans down in New England. Except that they're catholic. gah. The headhunters in papua new guinea had it right, no clothes is best of all. How could ANYONE want to have sex with a quebecois woman back then??