6 Times I Failed at Canada as a Newcomer (Happy Canada Day!)

Ottawa, June 2023
Ottawa, June 2023

Canada Day used to be my favourite event of the year because Ottawa was the best place to be to celebrate the nation’s anniversary. Every July 1, the most boring capital in the world would invariably turn into a chaotic and festive red-and-white mess, everyone welcome.

Then at one point, it went downhill. I think it started with the Canada 150 disaster, then the weather ruined a few Canada Day events, then COVID happened… and suddenly we woke up with a completely different version of the classic Canada Day in Ottawa.

The festivities are no longer on Parliament Hill, they’ve been moved to Lebreton Flats, 1.5 kilometres away. It’s not as fun—symbolically, I liked the fact you could party metres from where political decisions are made. Canada Day turned into a micromanaged event with gates, entry points, closed streets and security everywhere. We used to all gather on the Hill and have fun, for fuck’s sake!

Also, the air we’re breathing is turning us into mutants and the weather has been trying to kill us lately.

Canada Day failed me this year again. We weren’t even able to access Lebreton Flats.

Never mind. I failed at Canada a few times too when I was a young and naïve newcomer…

Bears are not actually cute and cuddly

It’s not just me, most Europeans love bears—well, the clumsy, cuddly and friendly Winnie-the-Pooh kind of bears anyone would love to spot in the backyard.

But Canadians are not huge fans of bears because bears aren’t cuddly, clumsy or friendly.

Bears are predators, not potential Canadian pets.

As the saying goes, “If it’s brown, lay down, if it’s black, fight back, if it’s white, say goodnight.”

Also, apparently, bears don’t even kill you before eating you. They just… you know, start eating. You will never look at Winnie-the-Pooh the same again. I’m sorry.

French doesn’t sound always sound… French

It took me longer than I like to admit to figure out that “orleeeeens” was “Orleans,” i.e. “Orrr-lay-an” in French. Also, “li-own” is “Lyon,” “lee-huh” in French.

People kept looking at me funny because surely, as a French, I knew these common street names, right?

Fortunately, “Rideau” is “Rideau.” This one is easily understandable in both English and French.

“PEI” isn’t a Chinese guy

I kept on hearing about “PEI” and I thought it was a famous Chinese guy for a very long time.

Turned out that “PEI” is “Prince Edward Island,” one of Canada’s maritime provinces.

Oops.  

“Beer” in fast food restaurants

Much to my surprise when I came to Canada, a few fast-food restaurants like A&W did seem to sell beer. Weird, considering Ontario’s strict alcohol laws.

Turned out that “root beer” isn’t beer but a soft drink. It’s also caffeine free… and it’s an acquired taste.

The whole tipping madness

Tipping in restaurants isn’t as socially mandatory in Europe as it is in North America but it’s not completely unheard of either, except Europeans tend to just round up the bill instead of leaving a very much expected 15-25% tip.

I didn’t tip when I got my first haircut in Canada.

The stylist gave me hell for it.

I had no idea you were supposed to tip hair stylists, massage therapists, taxi drivers, housekeeping staff in hotels and a long list of professions. I still don’t fully understand the logic behind it. I mean, most people could use more money but these professionals also make at least minimum wage. Why don’t we tip cashiers, janitors or nurses then? And where do we draw a line?

Toponym trouble

My first job in Canada was as a call centre agent in the winter of 2004. I was working with Petro-Canada’s Petro-Points reward program, taking calls about lost cards, missing points, balance transfers and more.

I had to enter or verify basic information like names and addresses all the time, and I was always dreading this moment because it was painfully obvious that I didn’t know much about Canadian culture… or geography.

“Saska… can you spell it for me?”

(Spelling Saskatchewan is like Canada 101.)

“Edmonton, got it. Province?”

(Everybody knows that Edmonton is in Alberta.)

I also asked a co-worker if she enjoyed living in Canada—how was I supposed to know there was another London in Ontario?

Fortunately, Canada started making a lot more sense to me after a few years.

Just kidding. Only kind of.

♥ Curiosity makes for good stories.

Stories from the road and beyond.

Juliette

French by birth, Canadian by choice, nomadic by instinct. I travel, write, and get into just enough trouble to make good stories.

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