Saturday, 1 June 2013
"You're from Qweebek"
This is something that happens very rarely: I have been identified as a Quebecker today. This is I believe the second time in this town. It was in a shop, the owner, a lady in her 50s-60s I'd say, guessed it right away. She recognised it because her mother was from Alberta and her son used to live in Quebec and date a girl from Quebec. I learned a good bit of her life story. I always find funny the way English people, or English speakers in general, say the name of my place: "Qweebek". Makes it sound so exotic.