Or “Canada is like a whole other country, ain’t it?”
WARNING: Due to Canadian bilingual laws there will be much French speaking in the following entry. While Canadians have built up a resistance to the damaging effects of constantly thinking in two languages at the same time, it is suggested that Americans reading this post carefully remove the French parts by closing their right eye while doing so.
Do not attempt to read this post while operating heavy equipment or while attending the Republican National Convention.
Democrats may be able to close their left eye and read the French part, but only if they say the Pledge of Allegiance three times fast.
The next two days of our journey were spent in the capital city of New Brunswick: Fredericton (La Ville du Fredericton, La Capitale du Noveau-Brunswick) We were supposed to meet up with fellow Lounge Lizard and real-live Canadian, Babs, but due to the aforementioned price of gas, she could not make it.
So, left to our own devices (dispositifs), we set out to explore (explorez) the city on our own.
First off, I must say that we were heartened (encouragé) by the extra security measures (mesures de sécurité) that were put in place (mis en place) for our visit (visite)…
We were totally unprepared for the advances in medicine that Canadians seem to have made. For example, apparently, you can custom order your spouse…
On Wednesday, we went to visit the Beaverbrook Art Gallery (Galerie d’art Beaverbrook). There are no pictures from inside the gallery, but it has a fantastic collection of Salvadore Dali art. We spent almost all day there.
After that, we had dinner at a place that was recommended by multiple Canadians: Brewbakers.
The next day, we traipsed around Kings Landing. That was 300 acres of history, including 70 buildings–all from the early 1800’s. It made my inner history geek go YIPEE!
There are TONS of pictures from that part of the trip in the Photo Gallery.
Finally, we bid adieu to Noveau-Brunswick on Friday. Up until then, we were able to avoid causing an international incident. But we still had to find our ketchup chips and cross back into ‘merica.
What? I didn’t tell you about the ketchup chips?
[TO BE CONTINUED]…