All my beautiful places

It has been a while since I last blogged.... it has not only been the lack of time but also the lack of energy. I have had loads of things to share yet I decided to take sometime off just to reflect and think about the things that are worth sharing; After all, everything here can be read by the public and sometimes even though we share life adventures with an specific purpose this time I am hoping to reach those people who are about to embark in a new chapter in their lives. Yes, my friends, you know who you are.... First of all, I always say, change is good, regardless the circumstances, change brings us experience, new air, new people so just take a deep breathe and relax........ ok! perhaps take another deep breathe and enjoy! Recently my family and I have embarked in a new journey, we have decided to move houses, for many reasons but the main and most simple, to simplify what was turning out to be a complicated life for the young one and I.  For some, moving houses is

Only a few days away from being able to say that we have survived the first year! I look back and it seems like yesterday that we arrived after that horrible experience we had traveling here, when somebody "mistakenly" took all our passports and boarding passes on the plane, months later everything appeared in a hotel miles away somewhere in Germany, including the cash that I've had stored in the travel pouch that was taken...  (trying to explain the experience as positive as possible, as it has been left in the past) just take it as a reminder to always carry with you a digital copy of your documents and to have an extra ID on you all the time of course in a separate place. I have to say that it has been tough, for sure tougher than what I expected, people do get emotionally hurt after a recension and I am guessing they get concerned when they see the loads of immigrants invading their country fighting for jobs and even for places to rent, specially

He said YES!!!!!!!!!!! Big apology to my devoted readers as I had to take this post offline for a bit because it needed some corrections, and I have been a little busy too! Anyway, here it is again! My dad finally said yes! After all my arguments, telling him that it would be so much better for both if I went to Vancouver, that he only needed to take one plane, a direct flight, only 5 hrs away....  and that it ran twice a week, just in case!... he finally said yes, you can go! I was the happiest person ever!!!!!! not only I had dodged the idea of going to Switzerland with nuns but also I managed to get my way and go to Vancouver! After one long year of prepping and getting the student visa and what have you, I was very happy to actually be able to SHOUT..... I was leaving the crystal bubble (my lifestyle back then) and I was about to begin a new journey, the journey of life! I was only 16 when I moved to Vancouver, the idea was, for me to go to ESL sc

It does not look like this anymore but this is the pic that stayed in my mind! O Canada! Our home and native land! True patriot love in all thy sons command!......... I could not think of a better way to start this blog! I was asked by one of my very lovely sisters to share my experience with Canada the first time I moved there. The first time I went to Vancouver was with my dad Summer of 1992, to be honest I didn't even know the place existed as such aside from knowing where it was on the map, back then it had no bearing on me whatsoever. Every year my dad and I took holidays somewhere, it would usually be after July because as an accountant he was required at his firm to sign all the tax documents for the annual closure for his clients.  We would always go to Orlando, at least once a year usually around Christmas, (my Dad and I) our favourite place, we would be there for at least a week and then we would have a longer holiday for Summer. My dad loved going to S