After graduating from McGill with an incredibly ambiguous degree in international development, I stood at an important crossroad in my life. Enter the real world, or keep living the dream. I'm a dreamer my friends. And this dream brought me to the heart of the European Union, Brussels. Why? Why the fuck not? Capital of chocolate, french fries, waffles, and finally, world capital of beer, Brussels provides a very adequate niche for a former McGill wild child such as myself. Since my arrival, I have found that Belgians are very welcoming, and have a curious attraction to french Canadians. Our quirky accent is a source of constant amazement to these people. Several times a day, people will ask me to say something in Quebecois, and I have to politely explain that Quebecois is french. Butchered french granted but french nonetheless. Of course I say this with my Quebec accent, and they giggle. I live to entertain, but it's never been this easy. The other day I asked for a fanta and the lady gave me a bottle of water. We speak the same language, I don't get it.
So here I am in Brussels, doing a Masters program in International Cooperation while enjoying the european lifestyle. I have to admit, it did not take much time at all to adapt. I, much like my european counterparts, enjoy casual nudity, drinking cheap beer and closing the bar at 6am.
Vive la Belgique.
I'm in trouble because I'm normal and slightly arrogant. A lot of people don't like themselves and I happen to be totally in love with myself.
~Mike Tyson
I'm reading jo! mostly cus I'm bored at work and getting sick of real blogs. but I enjoy knowing how French Canadians are received there. I met a guy from France here and got the same reaction, granted my intoxicatedness could have affected the caliber of my French. Glad to see your having fun there! and it's cute how your blog is in French.
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