The flight to Toronto was packed and it was a long one too: 8 hours and 55 minutes. That’s when it went downhill. Feng and I were exhausted but Mark wasn’t and trying to keep him relatively still and...
Mark’s first Christmas in France, plus tons of food. Yum.
The flight to Toronto was packed and it was a long one too: 8 hours and 55 minutes. That’s when it went downhill. Feng and I were exhausted but Mark wasn’t and trying to keep him relatively still and...
There is a French saying that goes “thou shall always cut your kid’s nails.” And an ancient Chinese proverb that says “never wrestle a baby to sleep.” Well, maybe not. But there should be. And...
After countless chaussons aux pommes and pains aux raisins, after catching up with family gossip, after welcoming a snow-free Christmas, off we go again!
I was so busy marveling at the absence of snow in France that I forgot it was December, and that the weather is rather moody at this time of the year. In Nantes and in most of Brittany, it means rain...
And so, like millions of French, we had a réveillon—the traditional Christmas dinner. In my family, ‘’réveillonner’’ (yes, French have a verb to describe the action of eating their Christmas dinner)...
French love their pastries and chocolate, even more so around Christmas. There are chocolate boxes piled up high everywhere in stores—Lindt, Kinder, etc. are among the favourite. People also love...
From Feng, Mark and I, merry Noël and joyeux Christmas!
I started my Sunday by hauling a 4.8 kilo turkey from the market back to my parents' place. We managed to fit the—dead—bird into the tiny fridge. It will be stuffed and cooked for Christmas.
The streets are packed in Nantes, mostly with last-minute shoppers looking for the perfect gift. Then there are the seasonal attractions, Christmast markets, fun fairs, outdoor stalls, performers...
I must admit I was like a kid when I saw th Christmas decorations in Nantes—eyes wide open, mesmerized.
On both sides of the Atlantic, a lot of people are getting ready for Christmas. And yes... there are cultural differences!
It feels good to be in France. It feels good to be traveling. I have never been one of these expats who misses ''home'' much—I adopted Canada and it adopted me. I don't crave French food, long for...
Et merde. Pretty much everything that could go wrong went wrong—not in a major way (we did make it to France) but in a series of small annoying ways.
Earlier this week, a good friend asked me how I felt about the upcoming trip. Beaming with the confidence of a seasoned traveler who has spent the past twelve years flying back and forth across the...
I have always refused to fly “home” for Christmas. Because I ain’t going to Europe during the crazy holiday season, in the middle of the winter, just to eat a freaking bûche de Noël. As everybody...
