If you don’t want to waste time in front of Judge Judy, here are a few programs worth watching to better understand Canada.
Feng and I froze. I looked over my shoulder. Mark was standing outside, by the door, his hand….
Apparently for Easter, I signed up for Kinder chocolate and an egg hunt at home, because that’s what we did last year and that’s what Mark is now expecting for the next twenty years.
It took me about a week to resume life where I had left off.
As a Canadian abroad, you’re just responsible for introducing people to cities other than Vancouver, Montreal and Toronto and you’re only expected to speak of winter.
When you travel to a new country there is always a lot to learn. New…
A little part of me still believes that if I try hard enough, Canada is the place to be for dreams to come true.
I’ll bite. I’ll give it another shot.
For all we knew, in Santiago, the world was ending on March 11. The mysterious date kept on showing up over and over again.
Another year has passed. This massive spaceship we live in called Earth has once again…
“You know that moment when you’re home and you don’t feel inspired, or you’re bored, or a bit down and you go out and suddenly, lost in the crowd, you forget all your problems and just enjoy the city?”
Buying street food might feel like a leap of faith—I draw the line at raw fish—but vendors take their role seriously and after all, you have no idea how clean restaurant kitchens are.
I’ve never been good at that “living the moment and no worrying about the future” thing. But it’s not just me—the smell of transition is in the air in Santiago too.
“I’ll get you new glasses in Santiago!” I promised, half because I knew exactly where to go, and half because I really didn’t want to see a Brazilian optometrist with my limited proficiency in Portuguese.
Have you ever seen choclo, aka Peruvian corn? A kernel is the size of a garlic clove.
As we discovered, the “Día Internacional de la Mujer” is widely observed in Chile, even though it’s not a public holiday.
I hear the familiar sound of French in the street but I don’t understand a thing—it’s Haitian créole. I buy bread at the Colombian bakery and empanadas with traditional Peruvian fillings.
I’m an observer and an outsider. Occasionally, I stumble upon weird and entertaining groups of humans.
I’m happiest when I travel, but if I have to settle somewhere for a little while, I like that somewhere to be Santiago.
Driving distance between Mendoza, Argentina, and Santiago, Chile? Only 370 kilometres. Travel time? Between seven…
A familiar scenery, yet my brain hadn’t adjusted yet. From the rainforest to the Andes in less than three hours is too fast for me.
Foz do Iguaçu and Puerto Iguazú aren’t two border towns that blends seamlessly—they exemplify both cultures.
I hate taking tours, but understandably, few countries let foreigners wander around an active power plant, so we signed up for the Visita Panorâmica aboard a double-decker bus.
For a border city, Foz isn’t too seedy, an exception probably due to the fact it’s just a few kilometres from one of the new natural seven wonders of the world.