Late night ponderings.

Me and Sarah and Stephane just had a great talk about... life.
We talked about how lucky we are to be in Katimavik, and the many life experiences we'll gain here that we may never encounter again. We spoke of how lucky we are that we are able to experience a part of Canada so rich with culture. Stephane said we'll miss Quebec when we're gone, and I know it's true. He told us about the Hotel Frontanac, and how the British built it after they defeated the French. He told us how the British burnt all of the French's wheat until the only thing that was left was useful for only making beer, so one night the French all had a party and got drunk and they were really tired because the British would randomly set off Cannons at night because the noise prevented the French from sleeping, and then they snuck in, in the middle of the night up a hill behind the French and killed them all. We talked about vegetarianism and how people should only be able to eat meat if they are willing to kill it themselves, and how people will hopefully have a turn around and realize the cruelty against animals they've been supporting.
We spoke about the rarety that is water. And it's 1 am in the morning. I <3 Katimavik, when can such marvelous conversations happen at such random times about such important topics. It reminds me of my conversations with you Mother. (: Always willing to talk with me late into the night.

"Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money." ~Cree Indian Proverb

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