I will add this moment to my long list of #facepalm #innocentmoments. Phew.
For a couple of years, I would often say “that’s so Canadian!” whenever I was confronted with something new, puzzling or different—and yes, sometimes I said it with a hint of annoyance and French superiority in my voice.
Grab a leaf or two and admire the unique range of colours and patterns along the veins. No, I’m not stoned, thank you for asking.
Whenever locals or tourists need to travel, their first thought is to fly. But really… is this the only way to get around?
I’ve been living in Canada for so long that any true culture shock I faced is now a distant memory.
Or so I thought, until last month.
At four, I considered Mark was old enough to help me mangle a North American classic: cupcakes. The challenge? Two persons, one kitchen, yummy ingredients but abysmal baking skills.
Thanksgiving is not hugely commercial. Sure, supermarket aisles feature all the fixings you need for your Thanksgiving dinner, but you’re not expected to decorate your front lawn with fake glow-in-the-dark turkeys.
“Dude, if you were your dad, I’d say you were skillfully changing the subject of the conversation. In fact, you sound like your dad when I’m trying to have a serious and open chat about our relationship—”
Mandarin is much more than a somewhat exotic-looking language—it’s the key to Chinese culture. Can you say anything in Mandarin? “Nǐ hǎo”, maybe? “Xièxie “? “Chop suey”?
As I was drafting the “5 Mistakes I Made in Canada”, I realized that I did make good decisions along the way. May they inspire you!
There are so many great things to visit and do in Canada. Here are the top picks among Australians that decide to leave the sun and check out the True North.”
Ladies and gentlemen, it was true. Kids do grow up.
Moving to a new country is one of these big decisions where your life can get awesomely better, awfully worst or more realistically, waver between these two extreme case scenarios.
I’m standing in the middle of the schoolyard and Mark is holding my hand very tightly. He probably thinks that like a balloon, I’m going to fly away the moment he lets it go.
Lunar worshipers, grab a bite of mooncake, chew it, then repeat after me: “中秋节快乐!”
I almost missed the French éducation nationale. Sure, like millions of students, I regularly protested various education reforms over the years, but at least the ministry’s communication efforts were consistent and on a national basis.
The joke is on me now—I have just flown with literally two kilos of salt in my luggage.
A few days before the unavoidable departure, it still feels unreal to think that Monday, we are in France and on Tuesday, we will be in Canada. My brain can’t compute this logical fact.
If Mark suddenly starts sounding like a Pink Floyd song, don’t look for a hidden meaning or the name of the drug he took. He is just overtired, and so am I.
We are leaving the “people of Nantes” for our regular “people of Ottawa”.
The Socialist Party fell out of favour with most left-wing taxpayers with the controversial labour code reform tabled in the spring.
Last weekend of August, last weekend of hot weather, last weekend of freedom for most people… in pure French fashion, we decided to run away from responsibilities.
French pharmacies focus on drugs and beauty essentials, no mere mortals’ needs like eating and drinking.