I returned from Quebec with French on my tongue, a renewed love for "System of a Down," all 20 digits (surprisingly enough), a bond with 4 pleasant people, some french magazines I stole, and a destroyed-beyond-recognition scratchy voice from breathing -30' air for 9 days. It was my introduction to youth hostels--wonderful, extraordinary places. I
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