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Monthly Archives: July, 2011
Like many cities around the world, Ottawa recently launched a public bicycle sharing system, Capital Bixi. The bikes cost $5 for a 24 hour rental period and are available in several stations, including at the Byward Market where I snapped the picture.
My work experience is France is fairly limited since I left when I was 18. I basically embraced the Canadian work culture—I didn’t really have a choice anyway. It’s only when I talk with my family or friends back home that I notice the many little differences that exist between the two cultures.
A few days earlier, after seeing The Tragically Hip, I was at the Billy Talent concert. I fell in love with the Toronto band when I first came to Canada and took the opportunity to see them live. I wasn’t disappointed—they rocked it!
Murtaza and his wife are a multicultural couple: she is from France and he is from India. They found a country in their image: Canada.
After a relatively quick immigration process (only one year), they picked Montreal as their new home.
42ºC. Holy crap. Disclaimer: I didn’t take that picture (I was in my air-con cubicle…
I was invited by Laurel of Expat in Germany to complete a popular meme initiated by the travel website Tripbase. I loved the idea because with a five-year-old blog and over 700 articles, even I have troubles remembering everything I wrote!
Finally. Finally, I’m a real Canadian, a little bit over two years after taking my citizenship oath.
I survived many winters, I took my driving license in the snow, ate beavertails, went to hockey games… but I had never seen The Tragically Hip live until last week. And everybody knows that seeing Canada’s favourite band live is a must-do for all Canadians. The Hip are one of the stuff Canadians like. When I learned the band played at the Bluesfest in Ottawa, I decided I simply had to go to complete my Canadian education.
Estefania is originally from Patagonia, Argentina. She isn’t sure why she originally picked Canada to complete an exchange program after graduating from high school, but she knows she fell in love with the country, and more specifically Quebec.
After visiting the Niagara Region, we stopped in Toronto. I know the city very well now but it’s always fun to revisit a few favourite places downtown: Chinatown (where you can get excellent jiaozi and baozi), Kensington Market (for the funky artsy feel) and Yonge Street (for the shops and the crowd).
Niagara-on-the-Lake is much quieter than Niagara Falls and most tourists are here to enjoy historic buildings and good wine, not haunted houses and family entertainment. Antique shops, art galleries and golf courses replace fast food joints and touristy attractions.
The Sunday was gorgeous and drove to Niagara Falls. It was my fourth visit there (last time was in the middle of the winter) and definitely a busy time of the year for the region.
The contrast between the tacky main strip and the beauty of the falls always amazes me.
Not all immigrants have a great experience in Canada, and not everybody chooses to stay. Such stories have to be told because it’s important to stress that the grass in not always greener on the other side.
Natalia came to Canada from Colombia. She feared for her life back home, and quickly applied for refugee status in Canada. The paperwork took a long time—four years—but it wasn’t the main problem Natalia faced.
The city of Ottawa is currently experimenting with something totally revolutionary: a pedestrian intersection. In this car culture country, there are very few pedestrian streets.
After wandering around between Parliament Hill and Major Hill’s Park on Canada Day, we went home to rest a bit and eventually headed back downtown for the night show. We somehow managed to secure a spot by the Parliament where we were surrounded by a sea of people clad in red and white.
Ottawa doesn’t have a lot of graffiti, except on Prince of Wales Bridge. Most opinions are expressed on posters scattered across the city, stapled on wooden poles or taped to utilities poles, despite the “No Postering” signs in effect. Whenever I wait at the red light, my eyes wander and I read them.
Jorge is one happy immigrant and without hesitation, he states that immigrating to Canada exceeding his expectations. He deserves much of the credit for his success: his optimism, hard work and flexibility brought him where he is today.