ME
Jean! I heard two guys with American accents!
JEAN
What? Really?? YES! Friends!!
ME
Wheeeeee!!!!
They weren't really American. And as soon as we heard the 'ey's and 'out's and 'about's out of their mouths, we knew they were Canadian. But also maybe because they told us they were from Toronto. Deductive reasoning, it's my strong suit.
But regardless, we were glad to know people from our same continent. Because the other international students are all from Germany or Belgium, and with their secret languages, they've kinda bonded together, and it's quite hard to break into cliques and BFF circles without a good grasp on German. And by good, I mean, any grasp whatsoever. My German abilities only extend as far as frankfurt and dankeschon, and I don't think hot dog and thank you can get you all that far in a conversation.
All this exposition just to tell you that we were glad to meet other people who were kinda forced into a friendship with us, just because we were being shunned a bit from the others.
So as soon as we got our mini cars from the rental company (seriously, so tiny! Think golf carts and then make them squatter), the Canadian boys gave Jean a quick crash course in gear shifting and clutch pressing. And just five stalls later, we were on our way out of campus, onto the streets, and to the closest shopping mall district.
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| Our new friends! Oh Canada! |
Freedom baby! Or rather, freedom from the student cafeteria. And I gotta tell you, that dinner was quite a delicious change from the grilled cheese and cereal diet that had been forced upon us for the last three days or so.
