Another perk of living in Tokyo now is having Valerie around, a fellow French Canadian hailing from Montreal (we literally grew up minutes away from each other, unknowingly until Japan). Valerie is like my little sister, although she is much better at being an older sister to me, which I really enjoy.
I think we made quite an impression (read: terrified) her Japanese roommates, as two Québécoises franctically cooking a massive lasagna and animatedly conversing in French. I have been in Japan for so long now, and mostly living in English (and Japanese)- it's easy to forget about my roots sometimes. I love hanging out with Valerie, as it's the most familiar feeling in the world, to speak in our mother tongue and to know the same cultural references.
Thankfully her house has an oven, so it might become my favourite place to hang out now- next time, cupcakes and poutine?