is an event. His feast elsewhere, away from the family calls you, friends who textotent you, you are surprised. Yet it is as if nothing happened wrong. I am home with other friends, other surprises. Another faco n do. I'm sad not to be in France? Absolutely not. And my birthday that I spent some time this week, proves to me how the environment became part of Quebec my senses and my emotions. At what point so I'm not so foreign as that, and everything around me, colors and shapes are becoming familiar. As if I had always lived. 
Monday, I decided not to go to class. Yeah, it's my birthday, I want! This is especially a good opportunity to leave the computer turned on and Skype, just to get the father, mother, and a few friends by phone. On the other side Great Puddle, Lucil e Elisa and Juliet struggling to sing me Happy Birthday e, while lighting a candle on a Mont d'Or. To make me almost cry. But I must not, moreover, that evening, Eleanor, Nadine and Aurélie come eat pancakes, just to mark the occasion. I tell them a surprise by opening a tin of foie gras. Hell, it was not every day 21 years! Enjoyable evening, as our habit. Our gang of walking fire god. 
Yesterday evening, Friday, I org anise a party for the occasion. Twenty people met in my small living room (yes, there was little, that night). There are neighbors, obviously, and the gang from Tadoussac. Jean-Michel and Sophie, Quebec 
who are going with me, also came, accompanied by Marc-Olivier. Gayanhé and Marielle, I n 'had not seen him since a bit of time, responded to the call, and reapplied. Even Sebastian was there, come Shown al sp SPECIALIST for it. This means if I'm spoiled! Entertaining evening with lots (too much) alcohol, which completes e s to three hours. I'm going between groups of people who create, try a race at 22:30 with the Mariel to get other beers in the store. In the end, I wilt not bad, especially after midnight. 
I also had some small present, I am going away present: -Two's waste tea (one is called "Kiss Me") and a bottle of ice cider, from Sophie.
-A plush, given free by Eleanor, and named Gideon.
-A notepad "cookies" and his pen, by Anne-So, Maxime, Sego, Anne-Cé and Helena.
-A box of Lindt "Lindor". Nadine had understood everything about my life.
-CD "best of" the Bottine that Sebastian gives me just happened.
Sebastian also not proceed until the next day, 18 hours. For once, we undertake a long walk in Quebec, I'm starting to have enough knowledge now. Earlier today difficult headache obliges, but soon the weather and Doliprane relieve me. As the week before with her, I show Sebastian the town where I live, and love. Really. We walk, Place d'Youville Walk of Poets, Rue des Remparts, then descend in the Petit Champlain. We eat at Pig Crazy, where I have the pleasure to taste, in my burger, Ciel de Charlevoix, a strong blue cheese. As in Montreal, Seb and I talk about everything that affects us, our futures, our fears. No pathos, just fears assumed, without going into too much confidence. Like our embarrassed silence 
s, when neither one nor the other No one wants to talk. After the Pig Crazy, we take two steps and go eat a beaver tail, sweet specialty of Quebec. This is the first time I eat, and although it is stifling Christian is good. We get back into town we stopped in shops, like one on Christmas. My friend wants me to take a picture before each decorated tree that we see. And there, the garland! Quebec veered into the Christmas spirit. And 16h, as dusk is beautiful, there is joy in the streets lit. Something very reassuring that, despite the cold, warm moments. I coach Sebastian in the Cathedral-Basilica, where a choir of a dozen singers repeat, accompanied by a piano and a cello. This cathedral was something warm and songs're healing. I promise to return for a mass one day and we go out to lead us to the bus stop. Seb hand, he is to carpool. 
Me, I go home, happy these few days, the evening of that day, finally, very soothing. I put aside the work, and I know I'm going to suffer to catch up. But this evening birthday, this march in Quebec, while it was a simple side. No need to think about reading this, or do this: just enjoy the present and show them how much I like them, after the nearly three months here. 
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