Camping Transit, Levis, Quebec, Canada (Quebec City)
Let your eyes look straight ahead, fix your gaze directly before you. ~ Proverbs 4:25
I’m ready to tell you now.
I’m losing my hair. Have been for a few months now. Not ‘left a few strands in the hairbrush’. Not ‘how’d this drain get clogged since I cleaned it out six months ago’. Not even ‘oops, how’d that hair get in your dinner.’ But great handfuls. The kind of losing that completely fills the trap in the shower – every time. The kind that covers our tile floor like a blanket. The kind that . . . well, I pull my hair up to cook and eat now, because who wants to consume enough hair to cough up a hairball like a cat – except cats of course?
I have a lot of hair. Always have. The many hairdressers I see call it ‘body’. Which I’ve been informed means that it’s really thick. And it still is. Sort of. But now my head is covered with short little strands that stick out everywhere. That’s the new stuff. So I guess I should be thrilled and extremely thankful that, even though I’m losing it, (in more ways than one 😊) at least new is growing back in, be it ever so slowly. My wonderful Helix cut I drove 30-minutes to get back in May, is barely discernable anymore. I never really thought much about my hair in the past, but have come to realize the truth found in Scripture, “A woman’s hair is her crowning glory.” When my hair looks good, and especially when that Helix cut is working, I feel better. Crazy, huh? So is it vanity? Or is it a God-given gift? I don’t know. One thing’s for certain though. Blaine’ll certainly feel much better when he can stop wading through it.
Gas is super expensive here. It cost $76 (Can) $59 (US) to fill the Jeep, that’s around $4.90 a gallon. Thank goodness for the exchange rate of around 28%. Milk is also expensive. The stores charge $3.98 for a half gallon, and we have to buy a half gallon because all the gallons come in flimsy plastic bags. We don’t have a gallon pitcher to pour it into. Even if we did, I don’t know how you’d keep from spilling it because of the flimsy bags. Again, the exchange rate helped out with the price.
All the hiking trails we’ve been on, also have signs for cross-country skiing and snowshoeing.
They all dress well, especially here in the Quebec City area. Even around the campground. Even around campfires. Women in dresses, skirts, or capris paired with nice tops. The men wear dress shorts and nice T-shirts (no pictures or words) or button-downs or polos. Makes us look like real backwoods rednecks next to them.
The average annual snowfall for Quebec City is 124”! That’s almost 10 ½ FEET! That pretty much covers all those old buildings we saw yesterday! Their average winter temperature is 0 degrees Fahrenheit. This is why we’re here in the summer. . .
Most of the people we’ve come across can also speak English. At least enough to answer simple questions. 😊 And everyone we’ve talked to has been very kind.
After being in town yesterday, it’s much more clear why the French don’t care for the English. The French were well established in the Quebec Province area and the English forced their way in. Kind of like what the English tried to do to the US. Only we won. Unfortunately for them, France lost.
Another thing. Over the past few days, we’ve discovered that the French have little modesty when it comes to using public toilets. I mentioned a while back about the bathroom doors with large windows in them. Well, since then, we’ve had more windows in bathrooms – right across from the stalls, a men/women shared bathroom in which we discovered both a man and a woman inside as we walked by the open door (we’d been planning on using that one, but kept going), and a few with men’s urinals right in front of the open doors. What’s up with that??? Let’s just say, we’ve learned to be very careful where we choose to do our business away from home.
The French sometimes have unusual ways (at least to us) of getting their point across. Take this sign in the Campground for instance (we’ve seen them in other places when we’ve been out and about as well). . . .
And just to let you know, once we leave Levis (which is on 7/23), we will be heading into more remote areas of Quebec for the next month or so. It’s possible we either won’t have any service (which means no phone calls) or it will be weak (which means no blogging). We’ll have to wait and see.
And that’s all the thoughts I have for today. We stayed home and did nothing noteworthy.