I went to Old Quebec for the first time today and enjoyed narrow streets designed for travelling on foot or by horse and cart, and stone buildings and fortifications dating back centuries. That's about the closest it gets to Europe in North America. While there, I went to Mass at the oldest Catholic church (well, it belongs to the oldest parish, anyway) in North America (north of Mexico). This year is its 350th anniversary. That seems like nothing compared to a lot of those churches in Europe, but it's a lot older than any I've been to before.

Tomorrow I'll be starting school in a language I barely speak. Should be fun.