Frenglish

Sums up my French.  When I was practising Lana kept telling me “Roy, I don’t know what you’re saying but it’s not French, you should stop”.  Well, now I am here I have to try right?

Up early and I was planning breakfast at my campsite.  One should always have a backup plan.  The mozzies drove me out quick, no breakfast.  Luckily 15k down the highway was the town of St-Lin-Laurentines.   Found this great little cafe filled with locals.  My Frenglish got some laughs and a great breakfast.  The price all in with tip $15 for a full on big breakfast.  Loving Quebec.

A few hours later I ran into a cyclist along the road.  He was interested in my trip so you guessed it, Frenglish.  Some smiles a few laughs and I was off again.

You get the point, the whole day I am talking crap and everyone is being super patient and kind.  Most of the time they just start talking back to me in English.  Obviously I am not hiding anything. Mmmmmm. 🤔🚵🏻‍♂️