This week leading up to Halloween in the lunchroom, my colleague asked: so what are you doing for Halloween (with the undertone: “being a Canadian”)? Halloween is generally a day for kids and for parents of very young children to reap the benefits because lets face it, the cuter the […]
Whether they are a tourist or an expat in Brussels, you can always tell someone is Canadian if: 1) When you move your chair in closer to the table in a restaurant to the point where you are obviously uncomfortable so that the person can get by easier: they say […]
Last night was one of those nights where you are awake piling up the Kleenexes into pyramid, coughing, and drinking gallons of water due to the soreness in the throat.
I started French classes. Yeah, I finally caved. After years of vowing to never take French, I have been coerced by the question “You’re Canadian! Don’t you speak French?” and the loneliness of verbal isolation to start learning. I must be the only person, wait, the only female on this […]
Living in Belgium, where French is one of the national languages, I get this remark a lot: “you’re Canadian and you don’t speak French?” It’s quite shocking to every European I’ve come into contact with. In Belgium, there are three official languages: Flemish (60%), French (40%), and German (1%). Flemish […]