L'étalon

Navigating these lands by foot has proven to be a strenuous task. Sidewalks and shoulders of highways can be seen as far as the eye can see; forever beckoning the challenge of a sure-footed steed. What the sidewalk said was right: I needed a mount in order to patrol the stretching borders of Trois-Pistoles and the safety of my fellow agents. I had heard rumours of a man who would lend out horses to travelers, and so I ventured to find him on this morn. I found him in his stable and after the traditional Quebecois greeting of bonjour, I asked him whether he had any horses free to rent. Alas, all of his equine were rented out, but one. This horse, he said, was a wild, untamable creature but the mightiest he had ever seen. If I could muster the power of will to tame him, he could be mine. After laying eyes upon the animal, both he and I knew that we would be the greatest of teams. With the help of a stable boy I mounted him. As I did, the calamity and chaos of all of Quebec halted, almost mirroring the tranquility born in the heart of horse and rider. His name was Velo, and together we shall change this town forever.

C'est une chiote !

On the first morning in this foreign land I awoke to the bellowing wails of a creature from deep within the walls of notre maison. What it was, I had no idea but the sounds I heard were forever etched into my soul. As tingles ran down my spine, I gathered the strength to explore the depths of the abode. Fearing for my life, I crept quietly upstairs, step by step knowing that I was drawing ever closer to the beast. As I mounted the final step a flash of black raced past my feet! Then again! This creature, fast as lightning ran wild through the house!

I later came to find that these Quebecois kept it as a pet. Under the name of Maya, this fiend was kept as guard of their land and their lives. What treasures they keep hidden in their walls I have yet to discover, but surely it must be worth fortunes equatable to the terrors of this evil. To date, I have not been able to capture the beast well through photo. For the sake of historical record, I include here the only image of the beast I have yet been able to capture. If every this creature realizes it's power... may God have mercy on us all.

J'arrive

As time progresses and I become a prouder, more victorious linguist, I am only more thoroughly finding the necessity of speaking French. As a noble adventurer, already having conquered the Orient, I decided to turn my sights to a more modest foe: the province of Quebec. A strange land of mystery, weary of foreign advances, I had to develop a plan to infiltrate their ranks. After months of preparation I am here; emerged in their culture and their language. So far, it has already been stranger than words can describe. To truly learn about these people and pick up their language I have come deep into the heart of their territory: Trois-Pistoles. Aboard le train I arrived at the early hours of the morning. Along with six others, I am living amoungst the Quebecois with a family deep in Rivieres Trois-Pistoles. Here begins the adventure...