Monday, June 29, 2009

I heart summer

{Railey Beach, Thailand}

Lounging by the pool. Drinking white wine at outdoor cafés. Jumping in the waves of the ocean. Walking in the sand. Hot summer nights. Sleeping with the window open. Looking at the stars. Making plans. Traveling abroad. Sightseeing. Iced coffee. Fresh strawberries with cream. Pretty sundresses. Death Cab for Cutie. Hanging out with friends. Looking forward to Fall clothing. Being easy going and laid back.

Summer, how I like it.

{Realistically, my summer is now defined by being up at the crack of dawn, so early that even Starbucks is closed. Wearing my rainboots. Buying Fall clothes because I'm bored with summer fashion. Running at the mountain, trying to find some shade. Late night drinks with my fun co-workers. Lots of mullet sightings. Triple shot espressos. Walking around the set, trying not to trip into wires. Working with creative minds. Playing with the production dog. Hot studio lights. Silence on the set. Scripts, scripts, scripts. White pages, pink pages, blue pages.}

Thank you Kelly for this amazing summer series!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

C'est l'été

Somehow summer has appeared, late as usual, in Montreal. Last week I was wearing a jacket and tights in the morning when I left home, and suddenly it's okay to wear short sleeves and sandals. Last week I could run at the mountain for a while in the nice breeze, and now it's too hot and sticky. Summer is here! It will be short, but we still love it.

Thanks once again to the lovely Kelly for featuring one of my best summer memories. Check out her summer series to see other amazing summer vacation pictures and moments.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Bridge Burner 2009

That was my night last night... until I got too busy serving beer. Whaaat?

The Bridge Burner party is an infamous, underground fete that happens yearly to celebrate St-Jean, our national day. The DJs and fun beats are a nice change from the traditional folk French music (no offense to my roots). The best part is, the party takes place under an overpass, where a crowd of 5,000 gathered last night. I got nicely dressed and hung out behind the bar for a bit (Aaron's production company was putting on the show), until things got so crazy that they needed help. There I was, pouring beer in my short skirt, my Alexander McQueen scarf getting in the way... a little fashionista drama. Quite the perfect summer party, a warm summer evening with happy people (and hipsters) dancing the night away. And my favourite DJ (um, I only know like two), Ghislain Poirier.

It was a blast... until I had to go home because I had to get up at 5 am. So my morning looked like this:

{Jealous much? We have a cook on the set. Not sure if it's worth the early call, though}

Image from Flickr

Homesickness musings

The beginning of summer in Canada is marked by both national holidays (St-Jean, aka Quebec Day and Canada Day), celebrated within a week of each other. To be honest, I don't really celebrate anymore- it used to be fun when I was younger, but these days I'm just happy to have a day off to sleep in (yay for pride). I was just looking at my pictures from Korea last year, and I remember how homesick I got around those holidays. I went out of my way in to Itaewon (the international neighbourhood of Seoul) to eat Quebec's national dish (which I never touch on a regular basis), and my friends and I hosted a Canada-themed party on our roof. It's crazy how when you're abroad, you miss things you normally don't care much about, or take for granted.

{St-Jean celebrations in Seoul}

{Canada Day roof party}

Other example. Our Thailand trip marked the most difficult point of my year in Seoul. It was the halfway mark, and I couldn't do it anymore. I mean, all of it: the living abroad, the new culture, everything. Thailand was beautiful and exotic, but I just wanted to get out of there. And be home. I remember one night, Aaron and I were drinking cocktails on the beach... planning our escape from Korea. And being serious about it. Even though it meant losing a lot of money, we decided to go back to Seoul, buy our plane tickets home and just fled the country (in other words, do a midnight run). We knew we'd be banned from ever returning to Korea, but we didn't care. I remember going to bed that night and telling Aaron, "I just want to wake up and be in Montreal. This is a nightmare". There we were, on the most beautiful beach in the world, longing for home. We ended up going back to Seoul a few days later, and things quickly got better. We gave it another chance, and it ended up being the best part of the year. I'm glad we didn't end up leaving early. And now that I look back, I wish I just enjoyed my time there, instead of wasting time missing home. Now I'd give anything to be on that beach in Thailand.

Homesickness is just such a weird, painful feeling. And when you look back it seems so... foolish.

{Kho Phi Phi Island. The beach we loved to hate}

Pssssst- Wanna know what my favourite summer activity is? 

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I heart Sofia.

I adore Sofia Coppola. I've been obsessed with her since The Virgin Suicides, then fell in love even more after Lost in Translation. She is so classy, sophisticated, elegant, and talented. She is to style what Sonic Youth is to music. I browsed the Paris Vogue she edited too many times to count. I visited the Coppola winery in Napa Valley, and drank the Sofia Mini wine. I tried on clothes from her clothing line Milkfed at the Heaven 27 store in Tokyo (yes, only available in Japan). And every movie she makes is a peek into her personal life. I've watched Lost in Translation more times than it should be allowed, and recreated my own version when I was in Asia. She is perfection in everything she does: writing, filmmaking, photography, fashion design. I heart Sofia. My next step is to own a bag or shoes she designed for Louis Vuitton... or perhaps make a movie first. Or move to Japan. Hmmm.

Images from tFS and I heart Sofia.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Shoe stuff

Most of my friends think a television set is glamourous. But it's not. At all. I'm surrounded by mullets and jean shorts. (And I'm talking about men). Not a very fashionable crew, but a friendly one. So the other morning I was standing by the espresso machine, waiting for my turn (I'm the only one who can make a good latte, so I'm very popular among the producers... hmmm). This crew guy (remember, mullet and jean shorts) suddenly turns to me and says: "I like your boots" (I was wearing my Hunter rain boots). "I noticed you always wear really nice shoes and boots". Surprised, I thanked him and smiled. He then says: "I'm related to Christian Louboutin, you know him? He makes luxury shoes." I was astonished, and asked him if he could get me a pair. He just laughed and said bye. Weird. I kept thinking, did I just talk about Louboutins with a crew guy? That's just a normal day on the set.

PS- I'm still alive. Barely. This week killed me. But we're starting to film on Tuesday, and I couldn't be more excited.
PPS- Thanks to everyone who participated in my Lost in Translation moments, and to those who read them!
PPPS- Click on here to see what my favorite summer picture is. Thank you, Kelly!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

My Lost in Translation #7: Aaron

{Aaron and I went to Korea together. However, our experiences were quite different: I was a wide-eyed first timer, and he was on his second stint as an ESL teacher. He introduced me to Korea and guided me through my first steps living there. We traveled through Asia together, fought cockroaches and burglars, became celebs at our local gym, went for late-night snack runs at 7-11, and teamed up at our school. He agreed to share some of his hilarious stories from his first year. You can now find him at Quietly Loud, writing about the music industry and telling us what the hipsters listen to these days.}

{Seoul, South Korea}

I frequent V.V.'s site on one excuse, her endearing passion for what she loves. Revisiting interests and hammering home prevalances to her daily life overseeds fleeting mentions of trends or passing stories. When Vivian emotes, she is devoted and sincere, yet simple and essential.

After spending two separate sojourns in Korea myself, a held passion for Asia varies from direct discussions on culture and more on the stories entrenched due to cultural differences. From these distinct moments I draw up some stories from the vaults...

The Gift

My korean girlfriend (at the time) was on the phone telling me she had the most incredible christmas gift for me and that I couldn't imagine how happy and surprised I'd be. The latter proved an understatement! The next day I met up with her, and she had this fair sized present in tow, I started to feel a bit guilty and nervous (my not having anything for her yet and her having some big amazing gift for me). Than the moment of truth came and she opened up the bag and whipped out...a small baby blue pillow, with the most feminine lace surrounding the outside, and in the middle of the pillow is a cross-stitched picture of 'winnie the pooh' sleeping under the moon. Understand I am not good with fake emotion, but I gaver...until she announced the kicker...she wanted to get a picture right away with me holding it.

{The aforementioned pillow}

Translation Mishap

One day I walked into the teachers lounge at school, the director (picture a 65 yr old man) confronts me "what does 'peed' mean", I thought I heard him wrong "what?", he repeats "PEED" and continues.. "I've been looking for it in the dictionary, but its not in here". Through a large smirk, I ask him where he heard the word, he hands me a story which the children are doing a test on and the story unfolds that (keep your imagination here) Jim and John are stuck in a boiling pot of soup in which a cannibal has thrown them in with plans to eat them, it elaborates that at such a scary time, for some reason Jim is laughing. The conversation ensues, with John stating "how can you laugh at a time like this?" to which Jim responds "I just peed in the soup". After I got a hold of myself, I realized this respectable elder was still staring at me anticipating my clear definition of the word "PEED", there I was fumbling to explain, thinking do I demonstrate in actions urrr...suddenly I blurted "it means to go to the bathroom, the urinate way". What followed was quite a sight to behold: 3 Korean adults sitting around practicing their pronunciation of "Peed", like it can actually be said wrong!

The Haircut

It's class 'cut and paste' time, which inevitably means get your party hat on. Things are going good, I feel like I have everyone in check, suddenly all the kids are gasping, laughing and pointing at the 'one that got away', immediately I see a somewhat large pile of hair on the ground, a quick glance up and I lost it laughing. 'Danny' decided he wasn't content with his somewhat conservative haircut, so he made the executive decision that creating a significant bald spot about halfway up his right forehead would suit him just fine. No offence to Danny, but he made the wrong choice!... and thats a cut where you can't go back, although he seemed quite overjoyed with the new look regardless. Before I could step in to do something more productive than laugh, a korean teacher overhearing the proud celebrations came flying in,..and as if the 'hairdo' he was now proudly sporting wasn't punishment enough, he got reamed out and the regular but never dulling in amusement, 'stand in the corner with your hands in the air'. Poor kid, he takes the fall for me putting those scissors in his hands, I feel like I could have done something, than again, I don't wanna be blamed for putting the brakes on a potential barber.

Happy Birthday, Aaron! xx

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

My Lost in Translation #6: Erin

{Erin from Reading My Tea Leaves is an amazing photographer who taught in France for a year. She agreed to share a little slice of her time spent there, while wonderfully describing what comes after. The memorialization process is something I never tackled in my blog, but Erin's words really touched me and I'm sure everyone who has traveled or lived abroad can relate. Merci Erin for your beautiful words and pictures! Make sure you go to her dreamy blog for more of her stunning photography.}


Memory Making.

The year after I graduated from college, I went to live in France for a year. I had studied in Toulouse in college, and I was ready to go back to live on my own. During the 1940s, my grandfather had spent several years in Northeastern France, teaching Latin in a Catholic school for boys. As a little girl, his stories had enthralled me, and going back by myself at the age of 22, I felt like I was following in his footsteps. In September of 2006, I boarded a plane and half a day later, found myself lugging my bags up the steep set of stairs at the train station in Mâcon, a small city in southern Burgundy.

For the next ten months, I would teach English to French school children in five different elementary schools. I would live with a family of six and care for four adorable children. I would ride bus number 15 to teach my classes. I would take a short cut through the trees to tutor a high school boy in English. I would pass the same woman with her baby stroller every day for months, always in the exact same spot, always at the exact same time. I would create a life for myself in Mâcon, and at the end of a year, I would leave it all behind.

The return, I think, is the most startling part of living somewhere apart from friends and family. And for me, being apart from my friends and family wasn’t half as difficult as coming back to them. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to come home, or that I didn’t miss them--I did, sometimes terribly. Rather, it was that I had existed in a world that, try as I might, I couldn’t quite manage to share. They could not conjure the smell of the small épicerie that I frequented on my walk home from teaching—a combination of fresh produce and dusty boxed crackers and stale cigarette smoke. They didn’t know how the plastic bus seat felt as I made my way to school in the morning, or how the gravel crunched under my bike tires on my rides through the vineyards. They didn’t know the weight of the skeleton keys I carried in my pocket, or which way to turn the key in the lock so that the portail would finally open, couldn’t hear the squeak that my shutters made as I pushed them open each morning, or watch the way the reflection of the morning sun in my neighbor’s window changed with the seasons. Returning home brought the realization that as much as my life was shared with the people around me, the experience, ultimately, was singularly my own—perhaps not a true revelation, but one that I hadn’t fully grasped before.

I realize now, that for all of my grandfather’s storytelling about France, I will never know the details of his everyday life—I won’t know the sound that his footsteps made on the pavement of the schoolyard, or the smell of his classroom, or the sight of the gnarled hands of the grocer who sold him his apples. These details were his alone to remember. But the most striking difference between my experience and that of my grandfather’s was the documentation. As far as I have ever known, there exist no photographs of my grandfather’s séjour in France. In a way I think he is lucky—his stories were perhaps richer than my can be because they are not aided by photographic evidence. But for now, I am happy to have these photographs, and happy to share them. Even if you won’t be able smell the grapes, or hear the crunch of the gravel in the same way that I could and still do; they will help to bring an element of my experience closer to you.

Pictures by Erin.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Sonic Friday

Did I ever mention how obsessed I am with Sonic Youth? I own everything they've ever released, I save all of their magazine pictures and articles, and I love everything remotely related to them. (I have the same kind of obsession for Sofia Coppola, and that deserves its whole entry). I was just a baby when Sonic Youth started out, I had a teenage crush on Thurston Moore, and today I'm startled when I see Kim Gordon looking that hot in a minidress. They're all in their 50s now, but they rock. To me, there is no one cooler than Sonic Youth. No better way to start a Friday with a soy latte and some SY... I must get through another 12-hour day.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

June bug

{Breakfast in Tokyo}

I'm excited to be featured on Kelly's lovely blog, as part of her Summer Babes series. I'll be sharing my favourite summer moments and pictures throughout June... check it out. Thank you for inviting me, Kelly!!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The end of an era

{not too many shoes and handbags anymore}

My roommate is going, going, gone. She is moving to Paris (lucky her), and we're saying goodbye after 2 years of roommate-hood. We were living together before I went for Korea, and we missed each other so much that I came back here after my year abroad. Two years of meals cooked together, watching Friends, late night chats, early morning coffees. I did the dishes, and she cleaned the bathroom (I hate cleaning the bathroom. Ew). She was the best roommate, and she had the best closet. Together we had the most amazing collection of shoes. She made me tea when I was sick, I kept her phone hostage when she was drunk dialing, we went for late night bagel runs, baked cookies at 1am, and did interpretive dances in front of her mirror.

Like Rachel from Friends would say, it really is the end of an era! No more roommies. But now I have a place to stay when I go to Paris!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

My Lost in Translation #5: Karen

{When I stumbled upon Blog Goggles, I instantly fell in love with Karen's entries about life as an expat in Hong Kong. She reminds me a lot of myself when I was in Seoul, and I can relate. I'm quite fascinated with HK, and I definitely want to go now after reading Karen's entry. I'm loving the pandas, and the boats- thanks for sharing some great pictures and thoughts! Make sure you stop by her blog for more great finds.}

Hi there,

When Vivian asked me to do a guest post about my expat life in Hong Kong, all I could think was how much there is to say. Luckily, lists make everything better. As I approach my first anniversary of living in HK, here are the five things I love about life here and the five things I miss most about the U.S. Though, to be fair, the "things I love" list could be a lot, lot longer. Thanks for reading!

Five things I love about Hong Kong

What can I say? Neon lights and tall buildings get me every time. Maybe it was growing up in a small town (with only one escalator) but cities are amazing - and Hong Kong's skyline is unparalleled.

Hong Kong is more than a city - it's also a tiny island. Luckily, this means lots of boats. Renting a junk boat for the day with 20 of your closest friends, sailing to a deserted beach, and eating til you burst is one of our favorite pasttimes. Oh, and it's super cheap.

These big guys are fascinating in person. Hong Kong has several pandas in the local Ocean Park and I could watch them all day.

Though my boyfriend laments the loss of his car on a daily basis, I couldn't be happier without one. The city is small enough that I walk most of the time, but public transportation is efficient, easy, and on time. Not to mention that taxis are the cheapest things ever.

LKF is expat party central - a few city blocks in the center of town lined with bars. Like Bourbon or 6th, the streets are closed to cars and drinking is allowed outside. All combined, it's a great party atmosphere just about every night of the week (not that I visit quite so frequently).

Five things I miss about the U.S.

Leaving him was definitely the hardest part about my decision to come to Hong Kong. Luckily, he's become completely spoiled living with my parents, so I know he's happy.

I feel uniquely American every time I eat out here in HK. While I am addicted to Diet Coke and require several daily, people here just don't drink much soda. So not only is soda expensive (not much around), but the servings are tiny. And refills are not free. Don't they realize refills are a civil right?

Note: drinking tap water also falls into this category.

To say that I'm an Obama fan is an understatement. When his win was announced, I was partying in my apartment, by myself. None of my (mostly Canadian) expat friends really cared. A happy (but sad) moment.

Not only do my favorite stores not have outlets in Hong Kong, but most don't even ship here. J. Crew, I'm looking at you.

Hong Kong television is awful, though part of this might be because it's not in English. In order to keep up with my favorite shows, I've become an iTunes addict (because Hulu, etc are blocked in China). It's a little thing, but I miss being able to sit down at any point of the day, turn on the TV, and know I'll find something I like.

*Image 1, Image 4, Image 7, Image 10

Thursday, June 4, 2009

My Lost in Translation #4: Nicole

{The lovely Nicole from La Mia Vita happily agreed to share her favourite "lost" moment while studying abroad in Florence, Italy. I love reading about her experience there (after all, I'm Italian), and seeing her beautiful pictures. Check out her fabulous blog for a daily dose of cheerfulness. Grazie, Nicole!}

I studied abroad in Florence, Italy for 4 months and then traveled throughout Europe for a month following the end of my program. Over the 4 months in Florence my roommates and I would travel every weekend, usually outside of Italy. It was the most amazing time of my life and I will bore anyone for hours with thousands of stories.

I have an absurd amount of unforgettable stories between seeing amazing architecture, different cultures in different cities, train station chaos, amazing food from all over (of course Italian was the best), scouring for much missed Mexican food {which by the way they completely do not understand the concept of, so don’t eat it in Italy!}, dance parties in Prague, trying to find our hotel or hostel depending on our budget situation that week, getting lost in Rome, traveling solo in London and Dublin and many more stories that are more “had to be there” stories then entertaining to everyone.

So this is my Lost in Translation moment:

The entire time we’d been in Florence we’d been hearing about these amazing hot springs just outside of Florence. Everyone who had been there raved about it and highly recommended it for a great day trip. We decided to go one Saturday about 3 months into our stay. We managed to find out the name via our teachers broken English and our broken Italian. So off to the train station, myself, a few of my roommates and some other girls from our program, we were ready to be pampered and relaxed! After an easy 30 min train ride we stepped off the train in Montecatini, an unusually quiet town to be the host of the famous hot springs. We began our search for our destination and it felt eerily like a ghost town. The few people we did see looked at us blankly when we asked where the hot springs were, assuming that they just didn’t understand our broken Italian we continued on (we were very determined).

Finally, someone directed us to the “hot pool”. “Hot pool” “Hot Springs” close enough, we thought. Excited we had finally found what we had been looking for all day, we went into a building that looked more like a hospital then a spa, we paid our 15 Euro to get in, walked downstairs and in front of us was a small pool with elderly and physically challenged people! Right then we realized this was a physical therapy hot pool! The place smelled horrible! They wouldn’t give us out money back but there was no way I was getting in that pool! Apparently we didn’t understand our teacher and she didn’t understand us when we were asking for hot springs. We laughed the whole train ride home!

Thanks Vivian for letting me re-live my Italy experiences ☺

On Friends

No, this post is not about my favourite TV show, but about actual friendships. Mine changed quite a bit since Korea. While living abroad, it seemed to easy to make new friends, and especially meet people I could relate to. After all, all the friends I met in Seoul were there for the same reasons I was, and we all shared the same sense of adventure. I met all my girl friends on a discussion board for ESL teachers (as dorky as it sounds... it was the place to share useful info, such as "I found chick peas in Itaewon for 5$ a can", or "Where can I get a bikini wax", or "What is the most annoying thing about Korea". I met up with girls who shared the same love for Sunday brunches, classy drinks, museums, expensive coffees, and shopping. We'd try new shops and cafés every weekend, and I was always out and about.

Coming back to Montreal made me re-evaluate my friendships here. Maybe I had changed too much, or maybe some of my friends were judgemental of my life choices (my traveling, my love life even), or perhaps felt uncomfortable? I don't know. I found myself missing my Seoul friends, and missing always trying new things and being out. True, Montreal is much smaller, but there are still many things to try. And it's kind of sad to realize you can't really relate to some of your friends, even though nothing bad ever happened. On the other hand, I am now getting closer to some friends I never really hung out with before, because we feel like we relate right now. But yes, it still sucks a bit. That was my rant of the day. Anyone had similar experiences?

{music festivals...}




Tv on the Radio

No, this post is not about my television job, although I should post more about it since it's getting quite exciting. Last night I saw one of my favourite bands, Brooklyn-based TV on the Radio (and my name was on the guest list, what's not to love). It's nice to have a bit of a life after working a 12-hour day (and trying to sneak in a bite of pizza before rushing from home to the venue). It was so much fun, and here is one of their high-energy song to start another long day... Happy Thursday!

Monday, June 1, 2009

My Lost in Translation #3: Annie

{Annie from Coffee and Cigarettes is a Montreal friend, and she decided to quit her job, sell her and condo, and go travel the world for a year. She left alone with her backpack, and has been seeing the most amazing sights ever since. We even met up in Seoul during my last week there, and had the best time catching up, eating cupcakes, going to the spa, and partying. I admire her so much for doing this on her own, and I'm excited she shared a few 'Lost' moments she's had so far}

{Good times together in Seoul, February 2009)

Dear fellow travelers,

Viv’s idea of having guest bloggers is genius! Even though my own blog is in French, I thought I would share some of my stories with you in English, so please try to ignore the many mistakes if you can…

Unlike some of you, I am not technically “living” abroad, but I have been traveling to 6 Asian countries in the past 5 months. Therefore, I tend not to get as annoyed by the bad stuff inherent to the places I visit, probably because I don't have to deal with it every single day like people who have to work in the same city all year.

Sure, it gets on my nerve when tuk-tuk drivers lie to my face and tell me my hotel no longer exists and then drive in circles for half an hour to increase the fare. It makes me sweat when they try to overcharge me for a meal and I can read the actual price on the menu with my dish’s name in their language (I try to learn the local names of the food I like). Long ago I decided that the only answer to their lying was to lie back. When I get in a taxi, I pretend to speak on my iTouch as if it were a cell phone and I say something like: “Yes daddy, I’m in the cab now and I’ll be here in 15 minutes!” Or instead of asking to go to a hotel, I find a temple close by on the map and I tell them that my brother is waiting for me there so they are not tempted to bring me to a place where they receive a commission.

But generally, I am so pleased to be traveling for a year that I have been in a very accepting frame of mind. On the other hand, I often have to share accommodation, transports and tourists attractions with fellow travelers and that can be quite irritating…

The French

I have witnessed many travelers from France in Vietnam trying to communicate in French with local people. When they were not understood, they began shouting their request slowly, as if speaking louder and slower would help… Just because it has been a French colony at one point in history doesn’t mean everyone speaks your language. Also, they tend to travel in big groups and are very loud and annoying. After a month, I started to ignore them and spoke only in English in front of them. To be fair, I have to say I met a few very cool French travelers, but they are definitely the exception.

Dorm Etiquette

When staying in hostel dorms, it can get very frustrating when your roommates are inconsiderate. A few days ago in Singapore, I had the worst night possible. First, the snoring guy in the bunk 12 inches next to mine started farting non-stop in his sleep. The fan was blowing the scent in my face and I almost threw up. At 4:00AM, two 19 years old sluts came back from a club, intoxicated, and opened the light, spoke loudly and made noise for 20 minutes until they finally crashed without turning the light off. Then, at 6:00AM, the farting Japanese -who has been living in this hostel for the past 3 months because he can’t find an apartment- woke up to go to work and proceeded to remove his clothes from a plastic bag. This woke me up yet AGAIN. People are so selfish sometimes. It seems obvious to me that if you have to wake up early, you would get your clothes ready the night before. Or is this just me?

“Organizationally-challenged” and Picky-Eaters

Finally, there are these travelers you meet in hostels, whom have no clue what to do in the country they are in and proceed to tag along everywhere you go. Why do they travel if they don’t even bother researching their destinations, at least a bit? I met this guy who would ask me question after question on things to see, the history of the place, the cost of things… Do I look like a F*&%ing guidebook? Buy a Lonely Planet. Don’t get me wrong, I love exchanging tips with fellow tourists, but the key word here is EXCHANGE. The worst thing is that I took him along one day and when I wanted to eat in a local restaurant, he said he didn’t like any local food and proceeded to go to McDonald.

Facebook Frenzy

I met the most annoying girl in the world in Japan. I don’t remember her name, but an English guy nicknamed her Judy, because she was heavy-duty (try to say it out loud with the English accent and you’ll get it). Anyways, the very first thing Judy told me when I met her was that she was afraid that this guy she had picked-up in a bar and slept with the night before was stalking her. Talk about a great introduction! Then she asked me my name…and my email address, so she could add me as a “friend” on Facebook. I told her that I didn’t even know her (we had met 3 minutes before) but she didn’t seem to care. She was long past the count of 1000 so-called friends and I guess she was trying to beat a Guiness record. Anyways, my point is this: Facebook is a useful tool when you travel, but some people just don’t get it.

All in all, even these aspects of my trip are not so bad. I sometimes get annoyed, but I have also been very fortunate to meet so many interesting and special people. Stupid and clever people are everywhere and it makes me realize that other countries are not so different from home after all.