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Billy Joe, Canada, and Seven French Students from Delaware
What could possibly go wrong with that equation?
French class. Sussex Central Sr. High. Georgetown, Delaware. 1979. *le sigh*
Two years of French and two years of Spanish and I’ve forgotten more than I remember. Ah well. C’est la vie. How cute am I? 😊
An entire week in Canada. Montreal and Quebec to be exact. I remember having to call home as soon as we landed. Not only was there a snowstorm but the Canadian pilots were talking about going on strike. “Mom, Dad, I may need more money.” was the call I made.
Six girls, one guy, and one chaperone. Loving those odds indeed. How much trouble could we possibly get into? Turns out, a lot.
The very first night we had to call the front desk, in French of course, and ask for a doctor. A doctor actually made a bedside call to the room. One of the girls, Tina, had eaten some bad mushrooms (no not that kind, the kind on a pizza) and had gotten sick.
I went for a dip in the hotel pool. It was so cool! Half was indoors. Half was out. To get from one part to the other you dove under the…
