I knew Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism—and that was about it. I was—and I still am—clueless about Pentecostalism, Anglicanism, Baptists, Methodists, Lutheran, Presbyterian, Pentecostal/Charismatic, Episcopalian/Anglican, Seventh-Day Adventist, Born Again etc. And what the hell is “The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints”? A bunch of people who believe they will eventually end up in Heaven because they have the longest religious group name ever???
Browsing: Cultural Differences
See, I grew up in France in what North Americans call an heritage building. I mean, you would probably take a picture of it. Six storey, white façade, balconies, big wooden door leading to an inside courtyard, wooden stairs.
–I swear to god, you’re not speaking French. We’re all American here, we don’t understand…
See, back in France, it was quite simple. I had a small black & white TV with a broken antenna I had to trap between a pile of books and the edge of the couch in order to get a clear reception. I only watched TV when : 1) I was copying Chinese lessons 2) I was drawing 3) I was plucking my eyebrows.Well, yeah. What was I supposed to do ? Watch it ??
English wasn’t popular. French don’t like English much (“they put vinegar on chips and eat meat with mint sauce !”), and the relationship with the USA has always been a bit rocky (“these warmongers/ burgers-eaters !”), so there were basically no incentive to learn.
We were three friends sit at a small wobbly wooden table, set half on the sidewalk, half on the curb side of the dusty road. We just came back from a bar where my roommate’s Chinese boyfriend was performing and we were starving, craving for a platter of jiaozi. It was a hot and humid night in Nanjing, China.
I have an ongoing love & hate relationship with cars. I like cars. They hate me.
It all started when I was 17. After I completed the compulsory 50 hours driving ed, I registered for the test.
I love testing new food when I travel. Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you don’t… but you end up with some pretty cool stories to brag about !
Here is my top five of the weirdest things I ate.
Il y a presque 5 ans, je débarquais pour la première fois de ma vie en Amérique du Nord. En ce mois de janvier 2007 le plus chaud que nous ayons connu jusque là (janvier sans neige à Ottawa, c’est plus rare qu’une dent dans la bouche d’un joueur professionnel de hockey !), voici un petit point culturel sur les différences entre les deux côtés de l’Atlantique.