The other day, I realized that I hadn’t met or spoken to another Canadian since I have arrived in France. I wasn’t particularly hoping to either, since if I wanted to be around only Canadians, I would have stayed in Canada. However, I still missed the small common habits found in many Canadians, despite their cultural backgrounds. So when my friend Karine from Quebec invited me to visit her in the Alps, I was so excited to be able to spend time with someone from my life in Vancouver and who would actually appreciate the Quebecisms that have made their way into my French after my two summers spent there as a teenager.
After weeks of running around like a headless chicken to photocopy and scan documents, writing frantically to adhere to tight deadlines and staying up late to put together PDF files; I am proud to say that I have finally finished all of my applications for the 2013-2013 year. The rest is a waiting game: Where will I be admitted? Will I be studying? Or spending another year teaching? Everything is uncertain.
One of my childhood dreams was to touch each major ocean or sea in the world. In the past few years, my travels have taken me from North America to Africa to Europe, but I have never touched the Atlantic Ocean. I have flewn over it 5 times in the past 5 years. To push this childhood dream forward, I have bought myself a ticket to Porto, Portugal.