The thing about traveling in The States is that it is so similar to Canada that I often forget I am not in my home country. There are none of the usual indicators that you are abroad like a foreign language, weird road signs, different food, racial make-up, etc. Thus, reminders that I am not in Canada come as a surprise and seem all the more peculiar, reminders such as Hobby and Gun Stores.
Now, I don't quite get this... does Jim-Bob walk into the store, looking for a model airplane, get side tracked by the handguns, and walk out a proud and free American? "Yeah, I was thinking about picking up a hobby, but I settled on a gun." Differences like these make me give my head a shake.
3 comments:
Salut Éric
Je viens de recevoir ton mail. Nice blog. Nice trip. Donne des nouvelles. Will you try to buy a gun? Juste pour voir si c'est si facile.
Bye
Laurence
Oui, J'ai pense a faire ca... I'll let you know how it goes!
Holà Éric!
Le voyage s'annonce fou (en fait, il l'est déjà d'après ce que j'ai pu lire)! J'ai bien hâte de suivre la suite de tes aventures...
By the way, I just had risotto for diner... and it was real good :P
I hope the bagel was nice...
Cheers,
Marc
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