We had a friendly petanque(lawn ball) game. My Father was so busy arranging his team, he was so good at making friends among delegates. I had to play too..Well, the first strike was so powerful, that I heard a Quebecer saying:"Oooh, this girl, is she a professional?" The first round was a lucky one, and so they pushed me to play for the second round. You can guess what happened next, none of my strikes were good enough..yikes..told ya, I'm not good at it..har, har, har.. ( it was only at the end of the game when I got to know that I played with professional players!)
By the way, petanque is pronounced as "pay-tonk", one of Europe's most popular outdoor games.
There was a lady asking me one bonus question: " Young lady, mind if I ask you, do you really have hairs under your scarf?" Errk..
My sister agreed that we regretted for not studying a bit of French before going to Quebec. Quebec is mainly a French-speaking society! You'll have to read the history to know the reasons..they call it 'La Francophonie', they are descendents of French and are still mantaining a French speaking society in North America when most of the rest of Canada are using English.The Quebecers were so friendly though. At times, we had to use sign symbols!
We found a number of Muslims, most of them are from Africa. And they did not understand us except if we converse in French which we obviously do not know..and we end up speaking Arabic! Arabic helped us a lot to find Halal restaurants, halal meat, mosques in journeys like this. At least we led the group to halal restaurants. Orang Islam mesti kena belajar cakap Arab...Its our language.