august 25

Today I started my adventure to Quebec. I spent 2 days in Prince George with a friend, Alexis, that I met/staffed at cadet camp in 2008. When you're staff you aren't supposed to be friends with your cadets, but I just clicked with her and we became “secret” friends. This summer I saw her again and it was great fun. When I found out I had to go to Prince George, I called her up and asked to stay there and then it was set. My brother got married on August 22 and I left the 23rd with my sister Jen. I didn't cry leaving Terrace and saying by to my parents, due to it not really hitting me yet, but when Jen dropped me off in Prince George at Alexis's house and was saying by, it really hit me that I was on my own now, done with my teenage life, and finally realized my adult-ish life was starting. When Jen started holding me, I started to cry, not just a normal cry, but the ugly cry. The one where your eyes just pour out tears and your nose starts to run and you can't breathe properly... yeah that one. I miss my sister. Growing up we always nattered at eachother.. wait they nattered at me. I was the angel :) But really, now that we are older I get along with my sister and brothers. It was hard seeing Brandon get married because now I'd never live with him again, (well I would but it wouldnt' be the same... maybe i'd live with them depending on where they are living.) But yeah, I'm super close with my siblings. Its super sweet talking to them and hearing about their stories of when they were teens and then them giving me advice on what to do with relationships and hard times.
On the way to Prince George Tamara was talking about Prayer and now helpful it is. I was telling her about how when I get to Quebec I need to find the right bus that will take me to Ste-Foy where my friend Alexandra, I'll explain her in a minute, was going to pick me up. Tamara told me to just pray to God and hope that He will take care of it. So I sat in the back of the van and prayed asking him to provide for me all the people and the vehicles necessary to get me from Montreal Airport to the bus station and then to Ste-Foy bus station. After Jen dropped me off at Alexis's I went inside her house, put down my bags, and then got a text message from Alexandra saying that her uncle and aunt were going to pick me up from the airport and bring me to the bus station. I was like, AMEN!! So Alexis and I hung out for the rest of the day, went quading the next, and the next I left. This morning we got to the airport at 6 am. Early much? Yeah I know. When I went to check in my bags, the good looking man at the counter looked at me and was like, “Erica?” I looked at him and was like, “(you know my name? You're good looking!) Yupperz” He possibly knew my name since I had just told a person I knew (my uncles girlfriend/fiancee.. not sure what she is) that I was going to Quebec, and I was probably the only one flying out of Prince George that was connecting on another flight and going to Quebec, BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT! He knew my name :) Anyways, I then put my bags on the weight scale and one weighed 46 pounds and the other was 58 pounds.... HOLD THE BUS! THATS A TON OF WEIGHT!! I was like ,uhh how much is that going to be with over weight? He said $46.00. :O hollla. He was then like, “I'm not going to make you pay because you'd just switch over the weight and it would be to much of a pain, and I know you will have to pay more coming back, so I'm just going to let it slip.”
Not only is he hott, but hes nice too! I knew that it all happened because of prayer. Tamara is my hero. My prayer hero. So yeah. I hoped onto my plane, and took off to Vancouver. I sat in that Airport for 2 hours before boarding my 30 minute delayed airplane for my 4 hour 25 minute plane ride to Quebec. I'm not going to lie, it was the most boringist (that even a word?) plane ride ever. I sat there while the person beside me, not knowing if she spoke english since not many people did on my flight, listened to her ipod and read her VOGUE magazine. She was super pretty and had aviatior frames with glasses lenses in them. She had just gotten foot sergery and was out for a year, not able to do much exercize, and she was wearing a Air-Cast (ie. Moon boot). On the plane ride i look 50 pictures, and watched 3 shows. Britians next top model, where they had a photo shoot nude, Cyberchase, where hacker had gigabit and was trying to make him come back to life with the sun, but then the measly-metal-headded kids saved the day by blocking out the sun and Cyberchase was saved... like it always is. Then I watched some Franklin and some baby show where the lady couldn't have the baby properly so they took these tweazer looking things and put them on the baby's head and pulled out the baby. Then I listened to my iPod and fell asleep and woke up to the sound of my Favorite flight attendant telling us we were starting to land. Why he is my favorite?? His safety speach is so funny. He was like, “Unless you're a pony or a horse, you will need to wear your seatbelt.” and “The floor will light up if there is a fire, or else if we just want to have a runway” and “Now you're safety breifing will be done in french. Sorry if it is a bit high pitched as I do have a bad cold.” Then he clicked play for the french to come on and mimiked it as though he was doing it, when it was a woman speaking. Yeahh pretty much he is my favorite.. His name is Carmen and he seemed very female I would say. When we landed I found my way around the airport to the bag recovery place and found my bags, one that was beaten and zipper handles missing off of it, and then went out on a search to find Alexandras Uncle and Aunt who were picking me up from the Airport. They were super nice people, but the Uncle knew slim to none english and the Aunt knew some. People there kept speaking to me in french, even though I didn't understand and told them so, but i found the bus station, got a bus ticket, didn't have to pay for my bags there either, and hopped on the bus where I sat for 3 hours. Then I arrived in Ste-Foy where Alexandra was. It was great seeing her again.
So how I know Alexandra? In grade 11, 2007/2008, the grade 11's that were going into french the following year and the grade 10's that were in french, got to go on a french exchange with the SEVEC program. Alexandra was my twin (french partner in crime) and we were really good friends. Out of all the people that went on the exchange I think we were the only ones that kept in contact. Shes super nice and is going to hair cutting school.
Well that was my adventure of the day. Couldn't have done it without prayer!
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