So I guess today marks one week back in Ontario. The world cup was hard to watch, because I couldn't stop thinking about everyone I left and how they were reacting. There was also the horrible cliched feeling of knowing that you're looking at the same thing at the same moment ( Read more... )

J'ai un souris!

I am trying to properly clean my apartment and saw it run across my living room.  Now, I do not think it is the actual mouse causing the fear, but the thought that any crevice that I reach behind to clean could cause the mouse to jump out and scare me.  I'm walking around the place trying to make a lot of noise and poke at things ( Read more... )

I will miss the Brebant (or the Limonade? The bar runs under both names). It has been a spot where I always meet up with friends for happy hour. We love the ambiance, even though the service is awful. They have a horribly inefficient (and definitely French) method of dividing the patio so that there are always several waiters standing around ( Read more... )

One of the things that I have missed being away is video games. Silly, I know. I left home right at the peak of my family's obsession with Dance Dance Revolution and have been feeling like everyone must be getting better while my skills are deteriorating ( Read more... )

This morning finds me a little under the weather. Last night I accepted an invitation from my neighbor to join him at a nearby French bar to watch the France-Spain world cup game. The energy in the place was amazing and, coincidentally, many of the acquaintances I've made in the area all found themselves in the same bar ( Read more... )

With my return to Canada fast approaching, I'm filled with much of the same dread and pain that I felt before making the journey here ( Read more... )

Only in Paris do you tell a cab driver where you're going and he says, "No." They tell you where they're going and if it's on the way, you can get in.

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I love Paris because it's 2:30 in the morning and a marching band, in full costume, is parading down my street playing "La Marseillaise".

The best part:

It's not the first time this has happened.

What could be more perfect than finding a way onto my roof this evening; getting high and drinking beer with views of Sacre Coeur, Eiffel Tower, Invalides, Notre-Dame, and all of Paris; laughing and joking with my cousin and my new neighbor?

Seeing a fucking shooting star!

This evening was so utterly perfect.