All my beautiful places

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