Finally back from Saint John, New Brunswick (to be differentiated from St. John's NEWFOUNDLAND). Needless to say, sketching school is pretty ridiculous. We drive for like 12 hours to get to a lil' town (well, not so little. they did have walmart's and zeller's and a value village) which was probably owned by the Irving Petroleum Corporation. Their ubiquitous presence at every other block was kind of obvious. We also contributed to the 300% increase in the Asian population as most of the local chinese restaurants were also run by caucasian people. for example, the House of Chan fast food stall at the food court in the New brunswick square was run completely by Caucasian folk. No offense but just like black people who sing well cuz of their soul, only chinese ppl can really cook chinese fast food ... it's the soul in chinese food that makes it taste and smell great. (And a combination of sweat induced by the heat from the wok)

I also realized that Canada has great differences in climatic zones even within the same latitude. I packed nothing but shorts and t shirts to discover that it was super frigid (as it was 25 in montreal when I left. that is in CELCIUS for those of you who haven't realized that the Metric system is EASIER) and it dropped to 8 celcius.

So, valuevillage is my friend. I bought a gas station attendant jacket for 10 CDN.

I must say, looking at the stars without the city lights is pretty amazing. Makes you think how can people doubt there is a God and how much He totally loves us? He made that for us to appreciate.

Sketching? yeah. I sketched. With much pain. and turmoil.