Slowly Becoming Canadian – Episode 11 – Eurotrip



Serial backpacker, Mike Howarth, stops by the podcast to talk about the 10 weeks he spent exploring Europe. We discuss buying too many cheap European tomatoes when you only have two bags, a random encounter with two RCMP officers in Spain, a man selling beer in his underwear in Slovakia, famous European landmarks and a train on a boat. Bon voyage !

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Slowly Becoming Canadian – Episode 10 – Wine, wine and wine!


Wine enthusiast, Ericka Wicks, and I go to a Nova Scotia vineyard, Domaine de Grand Pré, to talk about and taste Canadian wine. Is wine that was not produced in France even a thing? Is it ok to drink wine that comes in a box? What should you eat next time you’re having wine? Can we sample three different wines and not get a little buzzed? Listen to this episode and find out!

The episode is available on iTunes, Souncloud or right here:

Slowly Becoming Canadian The Podcast – Episode 2

Urban planning in Canada

Urban planner @tealuke and I talk about cities in Canada:
Why there isn’t more of them, how there design influences people, the differences with French cities…

We also play “Real place in Canada or something I just made up”. Find out if Nottawa, ON and Climax, SK are real Canadian towns!


Joyeux 14 juillet !!

FUN FACT: Bastille Day isn’t a thing. It’s just called “le 14 juillet”.

When you think about it, it’s a funny thing to do to rename another country’s national day. It’d be like calling the 4th of July “Liberty Bell Day” or Cinco de Mayo “Puebla Dia”.

I still like it when people wish me a Happy Bastille Day, though. It’s great to see some people know it’s France’s national day!

Pardon my French(ness)

French clichés

Believe it or not, this is not how I dress everyday. Actually, I never dress like that and I can assure you almost nobody in France wears a béret anymore. Nor do people eat croissants every morning, or walk around in designers clothes, and shower with Chanel N°5. I know, this is very disappointing.

Some clichés about French people are true though. If you visit France for a couple weeks, chances are you will encounter a demonstration or won’t be able to take the train because people are on strike. A lot of people do have five weeks of holiday per year – but you need those day-offs to recover from all those strikes. And if you are ever in need of a lighter just ask anybody around you as one in three French people smokes. Which might explain why we tend to be grumpy.

I often  refer to clichés about Canada and Canadian people when I write this blog, so to balance the scale, respond to this poll, share this post so many people do it too and let’s see what people think about people from France. I will write a description of a typical French person according to the comments. And maybe try to defend my fellow citizens a little.


Now that you are done, check if you speak Nova Scotian here



Five years

Five years. Today is the fifth anniversary of my moving to Canada. When I got on that plane to Halifax, I had no idea what would happen and how long I would stay in Canada.

In my family, when people move abroad it usually lasts for 4 and a half years. My mom lived for 4 and a half years in Pittsburgh when she was a kid, and I lived for 4 and a half years in Tunisia as a child. So 6 months ago, I was kind of waiting for a supernatural force to send me back to France. But I’m still here, and I’m still enjoying it. Probably because in the past five years I’ve done things I had never done before (not that you can’t do them somewhere else):

I perfected my English, tried waterskiing, “went to the cottage”, had real Fish & Chips, defended France even when I knew it didn’t make sense, drank Jägermeister, went to an NHL game, barbequed on Christmas day, ate lobster, ran a marathon, took a ferry to go home from work, ate 32 chicken wings for dinner, visited awesome cities (Quebec, Montreal, Ottawa), went skiing in Maine,  drove 15 hours straight in the same country, got addicted to Caesars, watched an entire game of curling, missed my family and friends like never before, finally bought a 42-inch tv, almost got eaten alive by mosquitoes, cut down my own Christmas tree, grew a mustache, went whale watching, became a permanent resident of Canada, got a great job and got married.


The past 5 years have been so important not only because I’ve been doing what I’ve always wanted: living abroad – more specifically in North America – but also because they marked the transition between 25-ish to 30-year old-ish-me. And I am really happy it happened here.



Cinq ans. Aujourd’hui est le cinquième anniversaire de mon déménagement au Canada. Quand je suis monté dans l’avion pour Halifax, je n’avais aucune idée de ce qui allait se passer et de combien de temps je resterais au Canada.

Dans ma famille, quand on déménage à l’étranger ça dure en général  4 ans et demi. Ma mère a habité pendant 4 ans et demi à Pittsburgh quand elle était enfant et j’ai habité pendant 4 ans et demi en Tunisie avec mes parents quand j’étais petit. Alors il y a six mois, je m’attendais un peu à ce qu’un phénomène surnaturel me renvoie en France. Mais je suis toujours ici et je m’y plais toujours. Probablement parce que pendant ces cinq dernières années j’ai fait beaucoup de choses que je n’avais jamais faites avant (non pas que ce soit impossible de les faire ailleurs):

J’ai perfectionné mon anglais, essayé le ski nautique, suis “allé au cottage” (ou “au chalet” pour les canadiens francophones), mangé un vrai Fish & Chips, défendu la France même quand je savais que j’avais tort, bu du Jägermeister, suis allé à un match de NHL, fait un barbecue le jour de Noël, mangé du homard, couru un marathon, pris le bateau pour rentrer du travail, mangé 32 ailes de poulet pour le dîner, visité des super villes (Québec, Montréal, Ottawa), fait du ski dans le Maine, conduit 15 heures d’affilé dans le même pays, suis devenu accro aux Caesars, regardé un match de curling en entier, ma famille et mes amis m’ont manqué comme jamais, je me suis finalement acheté la télé que je voulais, me suis presque fait dévorer vivant par des moustiques, coupé moi-même mon sapin de Noël, porté la moustache, vu des baleines, obtenu un travail que j’adore, suis devenu résident permanent du Canada et me suis marié.


Les cinq dernières années ont été si importantes non-seulement parce je fais ce que j’ai toujours voulu faire: habiter à l’étranger – plus particulièrement en Amérique du Nord – mais aussi parce qu’elles ont marqué la transition entre mon moi de 25 ans et moi moi de 30 ans (à peu de chose près). Et je suis vraiment content qu’elle se soit faite ici.