While waiting at the garage, I read The Sun, a rag with a lot of bullshit in it. It’s cheap (25 cents) but it’s bad. Really bad. The Sun pet themes are usually : war is good, high taxes are bad, gay marriage is evil, gas is too expensive, anyone who doesn’t speak English or isn’t of English background is a terrorist or an illegal immigrant etc. Come on, I’m talking about a newspaper which call “youths” “punks” !

They did it. They elected the most intolerant, egocentric, selfish, useless politician. He is the new president. I’m definitely staying in Canada.

I’m currently following two elections. Yes. Politics. If as a North American you don’t understand what so fun in that, remember I’m French. Two elections is to me what the Stanley Cup and the Superbowl week-end is to you.

Un mois déjà que je suis revenue au Canada… Le temps passe vite ! Voici donc le résumé du mois d’Octobre…
Acte I – Le retour Ottawa…Ottawa… Le voyage s’est composé de :

Trois heures de train (mention spéciale au TGV de 6:12 !)

Cinq heures d’attente à Roissy (mention spéciale aux centaines de retraités qui faisaient leur premier voyage outre-Atlantique et à qui fallait tenir la main pour tout le processus, de l’enregistrement à l’embarquement !)

Huit heures de vol (dédicace à… aux trois bébés qui ont hurlé tout …