I take full responsibilities for many parenting mistakes. But Fortnite and Momo? Blame the school.
The grim forecast was all over local news before the Easter long weekend—“Significant rain expected!” “Exercise caution!” “Flood concerns along the Ottawa River!”
What are the odds! Every time Mark plays Parcheesi against Bat-Bear, he wins. Crazy.
There are plenty of attitudes I can’t stand in North America, but this is the Canada I’m proud of—kind, welcoming, helpful and understanding.
With the United States so close to the Canadian border, you would be hard pressed…
If I out myself as a Canadian, I know I’m about to be quizzed.People have comments about France, but they sure have a lot of questions about Canada.
I can’t pinpoint how having white hairs make me feel, but it bugs me more than I care to admit.
As a general rule, if I’m travelling with my Canadian passport, I’m Canadian. But once in a while, I introduced myself as French.And this is what happens.
Sometimes, I think I’m not cut out for North America. I’m not competitive enough, I’m too subversive and I don’t care that much about money—these are unforgivable flaws.
The transition, these ten hours spent on a cramped plane, a day of travel in total, was almost too fast. And on top of that, today, I’m apparently turning 36. Crazy world, I’m telling you.
Since online gambling has been dominating the casino industry it has been a question hanging…
After packing, finishing a last-minute badly timed work assignment and eating dinner, I decide to lie in bed for a couple of hours. It’s already almost 3 a.m., will I hear the alarm at 5:30 a.m.? Is it even worth sleeping?
There are Latino mysteries that still keep me awake at night—things I noticed in Brazil, Uruguay, Argentina and Chile that don’t make much sense to me.
I showed up with my passport and the email confirmation. I was half-expecting to be turned away—Chile is pretty bureaucratic, maybe I was missing a crucial document, some authorization, a piece of ID—but after a close passport inspection, the guard let me in.
I’m alone, I interact with people in Spanish and it looks like I know where I’m going, so most tourists assume I’m a local.
When I moved into the studio I’m renting in Santiago, I noticed several shopping carts parked by the elevator, in the lobby of the residential high-rise building. Every night, the shopping carts were gone for a few hours, and they would reappear the next morning.
Valparaíso – Hippy-Chic Cerros Alegre and Concepción, The Former Jail, The Port and the One True Elevator
I could do Valparaíso even better than last time, I thought. I would find a good map, brainstorm an efficient and scenic way to get from point A to point B and see everything I wanted to see.
You take off your clothes and lie there, half-naked, waiting.Your friends and plenty of women’s magazines told you it might hurt the first time.You’re not quite sure what to expect, but you’re ready.
Every time I go from one place to another, I feel like I’m hurling myself out into thin air. Taking a leap of faith out of whatever comfort zone you created into the unknown is scary but terribly addictive.
There are only eight kilometres between Valparaíso and Viña del Mar, seven metro stations from Puerto to Miramar, but the two cities are a world apart.
Despite the apparent lack of human logic behind city planning, life uphill is actually pretty normal. Around El Plan, the coastal strip … well, it’s another story.
Many of us feel strongly about inclusion, diversity, equality as well as gambling problems in…
Valparaíso is that place where you do exactly what you shouldn’t be doing in Brazil—getting lost in a maze of empty alleys and wandering aimlessly in colourful neighbourhoods built on impossibly steep hills.
From stray dogs to gated stairways, from bad restaurants to the logistics of staying uphill.