Shiny Gold Walk Through Walls

The donkey, the king and I will be dead tomorrow. The ass of hunger, the king of boredom, and I love. At the carnival

Lack of time? Not much to say? Depression due to winter? A thousand things to think about, nothing to write ...

Still, I have not written for a month. My parents ask me what I expect, Caroline worries. Yes, after all, what's going on? We want to know, we want to take your life, and nothing more. The page is blank, as the window: second snowstorm in three days. Nothing really sunny, you look through the window, waiting for a possible spring which already is being felt in France by wave. Here it's cold, windy lot, the snow forever. Yes, I begin to understand why leave Quebec at the time of the year "in the South," as they say. South = sun = heat = what we will not know until late May. The winter is long, it looks like he is playing with our nerves. One day the temperature ventured beyond the 0 °, quickly falling back into negative abysmal. I can not wait to get out, have a coffee outside, enjoy warm weather, even if I have a sweater and a coat. No way, for now, to the idler who needs fresh air and a cold sun but insistent.

Maybe this time that does not give me want to tell my life. That may be my time to myself, that keeps me describe in February, passed in the blink of an eye. Yet I have a course, but this one, it will finish me. Drop curtain tomorrow at 16 hours: more than theatrology, more groups vying for more than endless hours in the editing room. Tomorrow, I will blow, and can finally think about other things.

And I think as business. The memory. The special topic. The trip in the west end of the year. The gala dance choreography with two taking all my energy. Return. Return ... There is a date now: 19 June This time, I get up in the morning when I repeating it. June 19 Four months. Or less. Before everything stops. The parenthesis closes. The plane takes off. Back to reality. For one year in Quebec, is this still true?

I look at the other Erasmus students, or elsewhere in the world. All speak only of parties, costume change every week, dating Plataea, they will quickly forget once back in France. J'intériorise more. I feel things, any event, the least exchanged glasses, deep within me. I never knew that so many Quebecois, and even for French. But those I know, they are now friends, loyal, I'll meet him in France. And Quebec, when I return. Because yes, June 19 is not an end in itself. The bracket is reversed, and finally, it is a year in France I want to live, before returning "home" here. Canada, just my big house, now.

So these French and the Quebecois, I see them. Often. Caroline Félicien and when they come to Quebec (and I like being here!). Eleanor, a true friend, who feared the return to France, "the return of a daily" that scares him. We expect the sessions help: I capture to take him to Birmingham, see something else, not to think about his family and habits. But first, it provides, with Aurélie, a trip to Gaspe. A beautiful journey, which makes me dream. Later, later, I tell myself. I have time. I see more and more often Gayanhé and Sasha, two Lyonnais who settle in Quebec for a cut of years. A lovely girl, a boy and colorful. Aboriginal side, Jean-Michel, Marc-Olivier and Sophie, a trio quite successful and promising. Skating, hot chocolate, movies, beer at 12% alcohol. Laughing, detailing what is around us, imitating the accent of Quebec, as do his dreams and actions of our meetings, ever more intimate. There Francis which probably accompany me to New York in April. Surrounded by little, yes, but good company!

Tomorrow night, starting in Montreal, once there, buses to the United States. Direction: Boston. To write, discover, meet, and especially a change of air, out of Quebec, I have not left Cuba since. There will always be the same temperature as a negative. There will be snow, no doubt. But the holidays, the famous spring break, although this is enjoyable and full of new adventures.

It will probably be the opportunity to write a bit more in a few days, too ...

Photos: portrait gallery.

Shiny Gold Walk Through Walls

The donkey, the king and I will be dead tomorrow. The ass of hunger, the king of boredom, and I love. At the carnival

Lack of time? Not much to say? Depression due to winter? A thousand things to think about, nothing to write ...

Still, I have not written for a month. My parents ask me what I expect, Caroline worries. Yes, after all, what's going on? We want to know, we want to take your life, and nothing more. The page is blank, as the window: second snowstorm in three days. Nothing really sunny, you look through the window, waiting for a possible spring which already is being felt in France by wave. Here it's cold, windy lot, the snow forever. Yes, I begin to understand why leave Quebec at the time of the year "in the South," as they say. South = sun = heat = what we will not know until late May. The winter is long, it looks like he is playing with our nerves. One day the temperature ventured beyond the 0 °, quickly falling back into negative abysmal. I can not wait to get out, have a coffee outside, enjoy warm weather, even if I have a sweater and a coat. No way, for now, to the idler who needs fresh air and a cold sun but insistent.

Maybe this time that does not give me want to tell my life. That may be my time to myself, that keeps me describe in February, passed in the blink of an eye. Yet I have a course, but this one, it will finish me. Drop curtain tomorrow at 16 hours: more than theatrology, more groups vying for more than endless hours in the editing room. Tomorrow, I will blow, and can finally think about other things.

And I think as business. The memory. The special topic. The trip in the west end of the year. The gala dance choreography with two taking all my energy. Return. Return ... There is a date now: 19 June This time, I get up in the morning when I repeating it. June 19 Four months. Or less. Before everything stops. The parenthesis closes. The plane takes off. Back to reality. For one year in Quebec, is this still true?

I look at the other Erasmus students, or elsewhere in the world. All speak only of parties, costume change every week, dating Plataea, they will quickly forget once back in France. J'intériorise more. I feel things, any event, the least exchanged glasses, deep within me. I never knew that so many Quebecois, and even for French. But those I know, they are now friends, loyal, I'll meet him in France. And Quebec, when I return. Because yes, June 19 is not an end in itself. The bracket is reversed, and finally, it is a year in France I want to live, before returning "home" here. Canada, just my big house, now.

So these French and the Quebecois, I see them. Often. Caroline Félicien and when they come to Quebec (and I like being here!). Eleanor, a true friend, who feared the return to France, "the return of a daily" that scares him. We expect the sessions help: I capture to take him to Birmingham, see something else, not to think about his family and habits. But first, it provides, with Aurélie, a trip to Gaspe. A beautiful journey, which makes me dream. Later, later, I tell myself. I have time. I see more and more often Gayanhé and Sasha, two Lyonnais who settle in Quebec for a cut of years. A lovely girl, a boy and colorful. Aboriginal side, Jean-Michel, Marc-Olivier and Sophie, a trio quite successful and promising. Skating, hot chocolate, movies, beer at 12% alcohol. Laughing, detailing what is around us, imitating the accent of Quebec, as do his dreams and actions of our meetings, ever more intimate. There Francis which probably accompany me to New York in April. Surrounded by little, yes, but good company!

Tomorrow night, starting in Montreal, once there, buses to the United States. Direction: Boston. To write, discover, meet, and especially a change of air, out of Quebec, I have not left Cuba since. There will always be the same temperature as a negative. There will be snow, no doubt. But the holidays, the famous spring break, although this is enjoyable and full of new adventures.

It will probably be the opportunity to write a bit more in a few days, too ...

Photos: portrait gallery.

Michelle Keegan Kinickers

everyone is young, even the elderly. At the carnival everyone is beautiful, even ugly.

Since 1955, between mid-January and mid-February, runs great Carnival Quebec. Third carnival in the world all season (after Rio and New Orleans), and first carnival yesterday: there are over two million people for two weeks. The visitors, mainly families for three years (o alcohol sales down and do less "fun" ... pffff) come into the city, mainly on the Plains Abraham (next door to me) to play games, slide, animation stands, and especially to meet Bonhomme, King of Carnival in Quebec City that the mayor shall, at the start of festivities city, the keys of the capital. Ca, is history. Us, we wanted to check everything out! Accompanied by Eleanor, Aurélie, and Catherine came live from Toronto for the occasion, here I am faced with the prestigious Quebec Winter Carnival!

We arrive in front of a sled dog race. It is not in Quebec for nothing! People scream, yell, clap their favorites, the craze is total activity. We follow our path on the Plains and go towards Place Desjardins, where the main activities are concentrated. Once past the entrance to our right, Jacuzzis in the open, where some people enjoy a hot bath full -10. Yes, that day, it's -10, not less! We need first to take advantage of all possible activities, we provide the effigy of Carnival: a reproduction of Bonhomme, to hang his jacket to go anywhere. 12 bucks later, and the effigy hung it right, here we are in search of sensation. We go to the tracks of sliding, where it takes several minutes before having a special sled and then a few minutes to make the descent. It was worth it anyway. But we are numb with cold, and we're hungry. Never mind, let's taste the taffy. This maple syrup, preheated, which spreads over the snow. With the aid of a stick, it gets the syrup that hardens around said stick. A lollipop maple is what you eat then ... One of the best sweets !!!!!!!

We are moving towards the pay site ($ 1.75) from the Tornado, great track about fifteen meters on buoys that run. I find myself only boy stuck between 8 girls who scream their amydales during descent. In the end, fear of Eleanor, who can not find his camera. She goes in search, says the wait deva nt the scene where Hydro Quebec will perform on tonight's Three Chords, the band hit Quebec. Surprise! they are there! They repeat, are experimenting with sound. They perform two songs before us. But Eleanor is back in the meantime and to celebrate the camera, it gives us a tail beaver each (miaaaam). Explanation of the beaver tail: wheat paste, which dips into the frying fat as possible and spread with anything you want. A treat, absolutely not diet. This allows us nevertheless to get warm, shivering with cold as we were! Can we buy a stick of Carnival, in which Eleanor is paid by the people of the caribou SAQ, alcohol Canada. An equivalent customary goutu mulled wine French. Alcohol hand quickly, we're alcoholics!

The next day, Sunday is the big parade. Or at least, one of the few major parades will be during the next two weeks. Here is the first. Many families run in Lower City to attend the march of the inflatable, and some young people (like us) we're in the crowd. To specify a person in three is equipped vuvuzela of the public, good sound. Pictures!

Then visit the Ice Palace of Bonhomme, opposite the Parliament (so meanwhile, we climbed the shore of Quebec we go to the Upper Town : geographical accuracy that is no longer paramount in my case, making the route twice a week at least ...).

Michelle Keegan Kinickers

everyone is young, even the elderly. At the carnival everyone is beautiful, even ugly.

Since 1955, between mid-January and mid-February, runs great Carnival Quebec. Third carnival in the world all season (after Rio and New Orleans), and first carnival yesterday: there are over two million people for two weeks. The visitors, mainly families for three years (o alcohol sales down and do less "fun" ... pffff) come into the city, mainly on the Plains Abraham (next door to me) to play games, slide, animation stands, and especially to meet Bonhomme, King of Carnival in Quebec City that the mayor shall, at the start of festivities city, the keys of the capital. Ca, is history. Us, we wanted to check everything out! Accompanied by Eleanor, Aurélie, and Catherine came live from Toronto for the occasion, here I am faced with the prestigious Quebec Winter Carnival!

We arrive in front of a sled dog race. It is not in Quebec for nothing! People scream, yell, clap their favorites, the craze is total activity. We follow our path on the Plains and go towards Place Desjardins, where the main activities are concentrated. Once past the entrance to our right, Jacuzzis in the open, where some people enjoy a hot bath full -10. Yes, that day, it's -10, not less! We need first to take advantage of all possible activities, we provide the effigy of Carnival: a reproduction of Bonhomme, to hang his jacket to go anywhere. 12 bucks later, and the effigy hung it right, here we are in search of sensation. We go to the tracks of sliding, where it takes several minutes before having a special sled and then a few minutes to make the descent. It was worth it anyway. But we are numb with cold, and we're hungry. Never mind, let's taste the taffy. This maple syrup, preheated, which spreads over the snow. With the aid of a stick, it gets the syrup that hardens around said stick. A lollipop maple is what you eat then ... One of the best sweets !!!!!!!

We are moving towards the pay site ($ 1.75) from the Tornado, great track about fifteen meters on buoys that run. I find myself only boy stuck between 8 girls who scream their amydales during descent. In the end, fear of Eleanor, who can not find his camera. She goes in search, says the wait deva nt the scene where Hydro Quebec will perform on tonight's Three Chords, the band hit Quebec. Surprise! they are there! They repeat, are experimenting with sound. They perform two songs before us. But Eleanor is back in the meantime and to celebrate the camera, it gives us a tail beaver each (miaaaam). Explanation of the beaver tail: wheat paste, which dips into the frying fat as possible and spread with anything you want. A treat, absolutely not diet. This allows us nevertheless to get warm, shivering with cold as we were! Can we buy a stick of Carnival, in which Eleanor is paid by the people of the caribou SAQ, alcohol Canada. An equivalent customary goutu mulled wine French. Alcohol hand quickly, we're alcoholics!

The next day, Sunday is the big parade. Or at least, one of the few major parades will be during the next two weeks. Here is the first. Many families run in Lower City to attend the march of the inflatable, and some young people (like us) we're in the crowd. To specify a person in three is equipped vuvuzela of the public, good sound. Pictures!

Then visit the Ice Palace of Bonhomme, opposite the Parliament (so meanwhile, we climbed the shore of Quebec we go to the Upper Town : geographical accuracy that is no longer paramount in my case, making the route twice a week at least ...).