Long time no see

ok,

it's been a while since I've updated this blog. I've left Montreal, but with mixed emotions. I was starting to find my place; I really enjoyed my french classes, my friends "the neighbors" (I will have tell my Melrose Place story some day) , the cool, hip and relaxed culture, the multiculturality, the architecture, etc etc. I was even starting to enjoy the perks of living in a city full of latino blooded men... Yes, french canadian men can really be don juans. Well, some still gave me the creeps but I learned to ignore them. But of course, best of all were my lovely little ladies Julia, Annika and Chloe and our leading lady Jennifer. God I miss them already!!!

But just as I was starting to take the last steps to settle in and get a job I felt that Montreal is great but it's not home. I have to admit that I wasn't quite sure that I coudn't make it my home but everytime I started setteling in one bad thing after the other happend to me. I lost my lovely little apartment, my bike got stolen, my house got robbed, some don juans were just too much to handle, and my heart got some twists and turns,

So I started making my way home. First I just had to take a "little" side step to BC (British Columbia). Of course I couldn't make it easy for myself and fly. Flying is a threat to the environment... so dare deny modern transportation, lets get back to basics! I took the bus instead - from one end of Canada to the other. It only took me 4 days.

But seriously, I've been in Canada for 4 months, but not really. I was in Montreal, and that's just not the same thing at all! Ok, the day before I left I did see a middle aged man rolling a joint at a restaurant. But as soon as I left the province of Quebec I heard the Tragically Hip (which means absolutely nothing for those of you who don't know Canada), the classical jeans, t-shirt and cap, the hockey mullet due (hocky frilla) and an excess amounts of Trans Ams and 4*4 trucks. It was perfectly acceptable to openly say rasist and homophobic comments. Sure, there was the warm and friendly atmosphere of all the passangers joking around and socializing with one another. But I can't take those kind of comments, it turns my stomache andI have no interest making friends with people like that. The only ones who openly took distance to that were these hippies that got stressed at anything that wasn't flower power.

And after 4 days I got to Prince George where I lived when I was 14... the place fashion left behind.

oh, I will continue later