July 1

Based on what I felt the three days we stayed in the province of Quebec, this is perhaps the second most important in Canada. And according to Elisabeth, it is considered a micronation within Canada that could survive if it were decided to become independent. Be that as it may, I felt quite strange in that area because of the fact that there is more French spoken here than English, or rather, there is a presence of French culture much greater than the American or the British, which are divided between the three the Canadian territory.

Our tour started three days ago and today, while I'm writing this, we set out on another bus to Manitoba. That day we arrived at 2:00 am after the tour from Ottawa. I did not know when we crossed from the Province, and in the end it was the driver who went to wake us up to our ports and showed us that the rest of the bus was totally empty. The last thing I remember is that I fell asleep after seeing a train of the O-Train service '' competing '' with us in speed and I fell asleep when it could completely overtake us.

When arriving at the terminal my view was one of the most imposing buildings I have seen in my life. The Frontenac Castle, a true symbol of the dominance of French culture in Quebec, has a rich history of events and modifications since its construction in the 20th century and has been the victim of a large number of tourist photographers every day. We entered, and in an elegant architecture that combined ancient designs in wood with more contemporary tile and concrete welcomed us.

We asked for a room for a day, which cost it for three weeks, and we went up to her. Room 303, as the Bonny Cepeda song says. As we went up, and I tried to look away to not be a degenerate to look at the attributes to Elisabeth while she was in front of me, I felt a sense of anxiety that now I was going to sleep with a girl '' unknown '' in the same hotel room. I myself wondered why I was nervous if I had slept with her on the bus since the first day, but for me it was different, something inside my subconscious made me feel nervous about the situation I was about to face.

We arrived in our room and each one chose his bed. Then she went to change clothes and take a shower. She asked me if I wanted to take a bath first, but I said no and I changed when she was in the bathroom. While she was still inside, I turned on the television and, although it was almost 3 am, they were giving an informative report in which they remembered that the next day was going to be the National Day of Canada, or that was what I understood. on the news that was in French. Soon after she finally came out of the bathroom, wearing pink or aquamarine pajamas in the form of a dress with long sleeves and reaching her knees and a funny pink and white striped wool stockings with black and aquamarine spots, while drying your hair with a hair dryer. I was amazed at how her hair was moved by the force of the dryer and the movements with which her hands manipulated it. And while she was doing that, she told me that she had forgotten to tell me about the date of the next day, but then it would be best if we were there all day.

We turned off the lights and went to bed each one, while I tried to control my nerves so they would not prevent me from sleeping that night, or rather early in the morning. In the end I did not realize when I fell asleep, and it was until 6:30 am that I felt a hand moving my right arm and a beautiful voice calling me by my name, '' Silvio, Silvio, wake up. '' She had already bathed and enlisted, now wearing a red jumpsuit with a white maple leaf that was denoted and deformed a bit by the curve of her bust, a white skirt a little longer than the previous one whose height reached up to her calves and a pair of brown ballets with cream details. But best of all was her hair. With an iron she had smoothed it and the cascade that formed adorned her back and fell in front of her shoulders and her bust until it reached her waist.

I quickly got out of bed, went to bathe and got dressed. She gave me a bagel stuffed with blackberry jam as a way to kill hunger for a while and we both went to the Canada Day celebration. As we were leaving the hotel, she told me that this national holiday or party in Canada has been taking place since 1867 to remember the independence of Canada from the British Empire. But, initially it was called Domain Day until in 1982 its name was changed to Canada Day.

Every year, people go out to make parades through the streets with ornate vehicles, floats, disguised people walking around, singing, dancing and laughing. There are many street food stalls and Canadian themed restaurants offer discounts for the most typical and delicious dishes of the country so that both citizens and tourists can enjoy this important day. In order not to get lost in such a crowd, she told me to take her by the hand. The proposal itself impacted me, but to prevent me from starting to have a bad image of myself focused on disobedience or antipathy, I agreed. Nerves seized me and my hands became very cold. Even she asked me why I was like this if I was not so cold. I answered that I was very cold because in my country it is usually constant heat, and that for me it is a natural stimulus when I get excited to be in festivities and joys that are new to me and that make me excited, even though the cause was herself.

We were not going to stay with the craving for the cuisine they were offering at that time, so we decided to buy some Cipailles, some cakes of different sizes and filled with a mixture of different red meats such as bovine, porcine and, being the First time I eat it, elk. The truth had a very good flavor. It had a flavor a little more spicy and salty than bovine, which was accompanied by the crunchy dough and making a melody for the palate with the other types of meat generated a pleasant sensation in each bite.

Along with some sodas to quench thirst, we continued eating while walking on the platform, and cleared, at the same time we observed the wide variety of clothing used by people in this parade, which was noted that it was the equivalent of Danes and their day of the Vikings. We saw people dressed as officers of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, both fanatical people and real officers who boasted the beauty of their healthy horses; people dressed as British soldiers, ancient Indians and tribes who survived the high temperatures in the coldest areas of North America, people wearing glamorous dresses and coats dating back to the early 20th century in Canada or, simply, people wearing uniforms of the most representative sports teams in the country or wearing clothes with the typical colors, red and white. She thought that, in spite of being a tourist, I did not look good not wearing anything from Canada, so, as a gift and I remember that I will surely keep forever, she bought me a scarf and gloves with Canadian flag design, since he really took seriously the lie that he felt very cold. But whether it was a lie or not, I put both garments at once and felt an intense happiness inside me that a girl who attracted me a lot would give me such a gift, or simply give me a gift.

After traveling a wide avenue, we were again with the feeling of emptiness in our stomachs and the aromas of the restaurants and street vendors did nothing but encourage them to growl more and more. We decided to enter another restaurant, this time decorated with a French Victorian and Gothic style in which you could smell mixtures of fresh vegetables with spices of strong aromas, and listen to the pressure cookers turning these ingredients into soups. Soups. Why did it have to be soups? I'm not a friend of soups, and in that restaurant, then confirming it on the menu, they only sold soups. It was his specialty. While she was thinking about what to do at that moment or what excuse to invent, she looked very excited about everything there was to ask for. Now I felt worse. I did not want her to be disappointed or to lose her appetite for not being able to eat something that she most certainly liked.

I did not have time to think about it anymore because then the waiter arrived and, before taking our order, advised us that they had a special menu for couples on the occasion of Canada Day: Dry Pea Soup. The waiter, who was dressed as an Eskimo in spite of being a French-themed restaurant, told us that the soup was prepared that day with fresh ingredients, that it was served in a special way to enjoy it in a better way and that it had a discount for the special theme. We decided to order that soup, or well, she, because I did not know how I was going to get out of this situation. I have never liked soups, and now I had to face one to avoid a bad image of it.

I armed myself with courage for when our order arrived, but when the waiter brought the dish, everything vanished. The soup was yellow, which according to her was normal depending on the concentration of peas she had. But the problem was the presentation: Both portions were as one in a single large bowl and accompanied by two spoons that were quite elegant. Now we both have to eat the same dish, and being a food that belongs to the type that I like least. The waiter left, and as a courtesy, she told me to try first. I did not feel prepared. The soup was not bad, but the shame of this situation, that I had never done something like this prevented me from encouraging myself to try it.

'' Courage, it tastes good. You will see that it is delicious. Almost always I ate from this soup to lunch after lacross workouts. It gives you energy and puts you in a good mood. '' I could not disappoint her anymore, I could not back out. I resigned myself and decided to try it. I had never tasted such delicious soup. It was very true, it put me in a good mood, but not because I knew well but because she made her happy that. We began to eat, while we realized that it seemed that in that special bowl there were actually four individual portions. I was happy tasting when I got a call. It was my sister's, wondering how I've been in Canada. Since I arrived, she had only communicated a couple of times with Elisabeth, and it was hardly the first time with me. She apologized again, but I told her not to worry because I did not have a grudge against her and I was having a good time with Elisabeth, very well indeed.

My sister hung up, and when I was going to grab my spoon to continue eating, I accidentally could not catch her and she fell to the ground. Elisabeth called the waiter and said that in a few minutes she was going to bring me a new spoon. She kept eating, but after more than five minutes had passed and the waiter was still busy, she took a spoonful of the soup she was using and offered it to me. That gesture finished me inside. My hands got even colder, but in the rest of my body I felt my blood heat up and made my heart beat faster. Adrenaline was playing tricks on me again. I did not feel prepared for what was going to happen, and I felt intimidated as she brought her spoon to my mouth and her eyes looked at me in a very penetrating way.

I do not know how I could beat the shame and in the end I opened my mouth and ate the spoonful he was offering me. Who knows if it was because of the feelings or because it was the spoon she was using, but that bite tasted much better than the ones I had eaten with mine before I dropped it. She ate a bite and then prepared to bring me another one for me. I felt happy, anxious and more prepared than the previous time. But when the second spoonful was already approaching me the waiter came asking for forgiveness for the delay and leaving on our table three spoons. She gave me one and in the end she finished eating what would be the second bite she would offer me in what they would call an indirect kiss. That discouraged me, but her smile when seeing riders of the Mounted Police parading on the platform in front of the restaurant made me feel happy again. We finished eating and then we went to a game event in the park across the street.

In the park, we play 'Pull the rope', the typical park game in which two teams pull a rope. We played three attempts and it was the last one in which we were in the winning team. We were tired and it was 6 pm. We went back to the hotel, took our things and went back to the terminal for the next stop. At the end, I was under her orders and her leadership all the day, because in Quebec English did not help much, and she did know French perfectly.