Alice is French, from Alsace (Eastern France). A post-grad student, she lives in Quebec City. A foodie and animal lovers (two different things, not implying she eats animals!), she shares her adventures on her blog, Une Frenchie en Québéquie.
Monthly Archives: March, 2013
It’s no secret that Paris is a pretty expensive city, for both travelers and residents. You can always save on transportation by buying a subway pass or walking everywhere, and save on food by eating like locals, favourite small boulangeries rather than pricey restaurants.
But you still have to sleep somewhere. And trust me, staying in a convenient and clean place makes all the difference in a city like Paris, that can be a bit chaotic at times. You want a nice bed and a good shower at the end of the day, after a few stinky subway rides.
Prospective immigrants interested in moving in the National Capital Region (NCR) often ask whether they should settle in Ottawa or in Gatineau. This is a rather big decision to make, because even though the two cities are very close geographically speaking, they are located in two different provinces, with the Ottawa River as a boundary.
I am spreading the love! Enter to get the chance to win a $50 Novica gift card, and read about the beautiful Maya ring I have just received.
Isa is French and lives in Lyon with her partner. A lifelong lover of all North American things, she lived in Montreal for seven months in 2010, a city she fell in love with.
Today, on March 21st, I am turning 30.
It doesn’t faze me much. I could pretend I’m freaking out over the big “3-0” because my twenties are over but really, I don’t care because I am looking forward to many more years of adventures, life experiences, ups and downs and surprises.
Perched on these comfortable high heels, I feel good. My legs seem longer, I am taller, I stand straighter and I am more confident.
I want to look pretty again. I want to seduce, I want to feel sexy and I want to be desired.
Cecille and her family are from the Philippines and landed in Canada in 2011. They settled in Mississauga, one of the many suburbs of Toronto, and enjoy their new life in a safe multicultural country. This resilient family actually applied for permanent residence twice—the second one was their ticket to Canada, after six years old waiting in total!
I get a lot of questions from prospective immigrants and I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but a reality check on their immigration project is sometime needed.
Mark turned five months on March 12 and I got a few more white hair…
One of the questions my family asks me most often is: “But where do you put all that snow?”
Well, anywhere we can—on the lawn, on the side of the road, at the end of the driveway… The result is massive snow piles scattered in every neighborhood. They can get pretty high and it’s dangerous when they block part of the street, since you can’t see the traffic when you back off your driveway. They also block the drains and create floods everywhere.
Welcome to the 2013 edition of “Ten Immigrants, Ten Interviews!” In this series, we will explore the motivations of ten prospective immigrants and newcomers to Canada.
“Chiruza Canadiense” is a young professional woman in her thirties. She is from Argentina and lives in Buenos Aires. She is one of these thousands of immigrants who applied under Quebec’s skilled worker category and she is stuck in processing limbo.
When I first learned I was pregnant, my first thought was “me, a mother, seriously?” It was quickly followed by “oh my God, I’m going to have to sell my body on Ottawa’s coldest streets to pay for onesies and Winnie the Pooh toys!”
Some days, I’m that close to hit the “delete” or “spam” button because I can’t believe how rude or strange some people can be.
I have received what I call “WTF questions” before, including the ever-popular “please send me a copy of your old completed immigration forms so that I can fill my own forms easily”. Because of course, I’m dying to share personal information, including extensive background info, work and family history, with random strangers on the web.
So this is how to NOT ask for help for help when contacting a blogger.
I discovered a lot of weird programs, like Hoarders, Toddlers & Tiaras, Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, My Strange Addiction, Tattoo Nightmare, Cops, Jail and all the “judge” shows in the afternoon.
The trashier the better. I am not sure why I take comfort in watching people suing each other’s, drunks getting booked into the local county jail, living rooms jam-packed with crap or dysfunctional families arguing over the dinner table—but I do.
I used to speak French like a French person. Hardly surprising considering I was born and raised in France—yes, I like to state the obvious. But lately, I realized that there were quite a few words or expressions I hadn’t used in ages.