I think you need to go home. Sugar Pie, Tortiere, some Laurentians, free health care, and if it's really in you it's coming back. Don't lock the door, walk in the neighbours house with a bottle of wine, and laugh yer butt off. Even here I have the french community all around me.

The wife has forgotten her language, (not me), but she's still mostly that way. The cultural part runs contrary to even English Canada, we are like some tight butt people. I would say the difference is open vrs closed, hospitable vrs reserved, spur of the moment vrs lets wait, and not so much anymore for me, but the weekend starts at Friday noon and I'd better get some shuteye on Sunday afternoon, I have to go to work in a few hours....

The fiery part is part time, you punch each other out, and then drink beers with black eyes. Hard to convey on a forum. You never get to the booze LOL. (or the being nice equivalent.)

John Conley
Musica est vita