I was looking forward to Canada Day 2022—finally something free, fun and pleasantly predictable!
Anything related to my new life under the snow. From bitching about the weather to hockey games and the Stanley Cup, from culture shock to shocking culture, from old Europe to the New Continent, whatever is on my newcomer’s mind!
It wasn’t a storm or a tornado but a rare “derecho”. Never underestimate weather conditions in Canada, a land of extreme weather.
The Canadian Tulip Festival in Ottawa is one of these yearly seasonal events I was taking for granted.
Half of the hacks to cut your grocery bill seem to involve budget-friendly recipes starring rice—hello, Chinese household here, tell me something I don't know...
This is what parenting books don’t tell you—talking about sex with your kid isn’t a rehearsed thirty-minute speech but a fun, ongoing conversation.
The atmosphere is grim. Ottawa is a ghost town with federal employees still working from home. The inflation rate is out of control. Oh, and COVID, of course.
This is not about Zumba. It’s about the fact that anything can be learned, even at the most basic level, and it's never too late to try something new just for the sake of it.
It hit me in the “crackers & soup” aisle, of all places. I’ve been living in Canada for twenty years and I still don’t know what a typical Canadian dinner is.
Three white males, 35, 41 and 46 years old gone missing in Ottawa in just a few weeks' time. One was located, Brett O’Grady and Gordon Korac are still missing.
Dealing with some mundane tasks of life is more difficult than usual these days. We were warned, “new normal,” “post-pandemic world” and all. But I'm wondering what’s not working exactly, and why.
Post-pandemic suburbia is changing and I find it fascinating. Like, right now, I’m watching the birth of “Little India”.
Our Thanksgiving tradition at home is basically me giving Feng and Mark presents and them saying “thanks”.
The Ontario vaccine passport kicked in on September 22 and I’m fighting against Public Health because apparently, my French vaccination proof is “questionable”.
Everything looks different and it’s going to be like this for the next few months. I took these pictures last night, on my way to the supermarket. See what I’m talking about?
Oh, go ahead, skip the nod if you can hear me—clearly, Pink Floyd didn’t have access to Google Analytics when David Gilmour and Roger Waters wrote the song, but I do.
I understand governments need our help as citizens to flatten the curve and that we need to take proper precautions. But in turn, we need government’s help for part of the plan.