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!
A while ago, I was invited by The Writer to talk about Canadian food I like…or hate.
This was actually hard. Canada is such a multicultural country, we all tend to eat ethnic food. I could list Chinese, Indian, Vietnamese dishes I loved or hate, but Canadian? I needed to think. Overall, the food here is quite straightforward. No insects, no blood sausage, nothing too weird. Yet, I have my pet peeves!
This Canada Day is a bit special to me since I will become a Canadian citizen this Friday.
I showed up at the university to register for the summer session and everything went fine… until the woman realized I was French.
Air France flight 447 from Rio de Janeiro left Brazil at 7 p.m., local time. It never arrived.
When I left last December, I was tired—tired of my job, tired of Ottawa and tired of people in general.
You can find me trying to stretch my downward-facing dog and desperately attempting to breathe during sun salutations.
