Every time I go grocery shopping, I face a problem that challenges two of my “rules”: the size of packages. The cliché is true. Everything is bigger in North America.
Monthly Archives: November, 2015
Each country’s set of road rules has a few idiosyncrasies. In Canada, the rule I hate the most is the “right turn on red”.
You know what’s cool with tech gadgets? They fill a need you didn’t even know you had and they make you shout “wow, cool!” like a kid stumbling upon a new toy.
By the look of deep annoyance on his face, I gather that if he had the vocabulary to tell me to go to hell, he would. But he settles for the usual “GO. AWAY.”
Serious question: how do you have fun? How do you treat yourself?
After our trip to France last summer, it was hard for me to get used to the quietness of Ottawa. Except for the downtown core and the Byward Market at the height of the tourist season, most streets are deserted here.
It’s almost 1 a.m. in Canada. Seven in the morning in France. It suddenly occurs to me how unsettlingly easy it is to kill people if you want to. Just grab a weapon and shot. That’s it.
The most mundane life skills can be terrifying when you don’t yet master the language or the culture of a country.
In the weeks leading up to Remembrance Day, don’t be surprised to see red poppies brightening up dark and bulky winter clothing.
I thought getting the flu shot was going to be easy. By mid-October, the theme was Halloween monsters/flu shots soon available in any pharmacy near you.
This Wednesday was a perfect—blue sky, barely any wind, about 15°C. Not bad for early November. It’s probably why we weren’t the only ones queuing in front of Rideau Hall to see Prime Minister-designate Justin Trudeau and his new cabinet being sworn in.
I’ve spent almost half of my life away from France, either traveling, either in Canada. So, ten years later, what am I? French or Canadian?