I know some people who only speak French. And people that only speak English… I never could have done that. Very early, I discovered I had an easiness with language learning. It probably came from my interest in other languages, or at least, that helped a lot. I learned English out of pure need. I…… Continue reading Je parle…
On December 8th of last year, I made a public request for a hug, thinking it would be harmless since the potential hug-receiver was in Denmark, with no reason to think he would show up in Québec anytime soon, and I wasn’t about to go to Denmark either, as much as I longed for it……… Continue reading Danish bureaucracy…
Today has been pretty quiet preparation-wise. I had other things to do, and it was my last day off work for a while. I had to stock on some energy for the week to come. But I didn’t want to leave a blank page in my trip’s book, so I just wanted to take the […]…… Continue reading D day -27 — The Turtle’s Journey…
Today, I am 29 nights away from my dream trip. In 29 nights, I will be standing in Montreal’s PET airport, my backpack on and my ticket in my hands, waiting to get on the airplane that will take me to København, DK. Actually, not true. I will be getting on the plane taking me…… Continue reading I sock…
Out of the Big Apple we were… Probably not wanting all that much to head home, we wandered a little bit in the subburbs, turnin left or right as we felt it, leaving Google’s good advices and our still brand new map on the backseat. And we got our gas money’s worth of sights as…… Continue reading Too good to be fiction? (part 3)
This will be short, but I just had to post it in case someone fell on this message and could help me figure out what just happened. It seems that one of my posts has been re-blogged on this website called Dragplus. The concept of Dragplus is rather blurry to me, but I am…… Continue reading I’ve been Dragplused… ?!?
Staring at the plug once again… I’ve been there before. I don’t really want to. I really don’t want to… I have to, though. Face to face with the fridge, there is no turning back this time! Well, I do have to return behind it to pull the plug and call it a go. Alright,…… Continue reading Pulling the plug…
CouchSurfing… I’ve talked about it in the past, but I thought I’d be more technical this time. Less fiction, more reality. Because it is becoming very real with the days rolling by. So, what is CouchSurfing? It is an impressive network of people all around the globe, either hosting people coming to their town, or…… Continue reading My couch collection…
Un vêtement sur deux n’est pas vendu au Canada. Title of a big enquiry that was held in Canada lately. Well, big, there are worst things to worry about, but still… So, in English; “One piece of clothing out of two, isn’t sold in Canada”. I heard that on tv, and thought to myself that…… Continue reading The importance of commas…
For a living, that is. I froze… What job was my dad doing when I was a child? He could have been a doctor, a singer… He could have driven big trucks, leaving for weeks at a time, being a truck driver. He could have been a taxi driver, or played in “Taxi driver”, then…… Continue reading What did your father do?
Cyranny's Cove 