High / Low – October 27, 2016

It has been a relatively quiet couple of weeks as Cindy finally knuckled down to do a little bit of study in preparation for her Canadian Administrative Law exam. That said, we still managed to squeeze in a few fun things. Last weekend, after months of on and off research, we expanded our Nikon family with the addition of a D7100, christening it with a trip out to Hamilton for a photo tour of the Webster’s Falls / Dundas Peak area (although, we didn’t actually find the route to either landmark). And this week saw another couple of visitors from Canberra, stopping by Toronto while on their own North American adventure. It was great to catch up, laugh over our ‘lost in translation‘ moments, and just hear the familiar Aussie accent. As always, we also enjoyed tonnes of great food (including a delicious care package from home) and watched plenty of sport. Read on to find out what made our High / Low.
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High / Low – October 13, 2016

This week, we travelled back to Quebec for our first Thanksgiving, watched round 2 of the Trump vs. Clinton name calling contest, took advantage of our newly acquired free healthcare status, witnessed some impressive Canadian sporting prowess, and got stuck underground in the subway during the morning commute thanks to a trespasser on the tracks.  Read on to find out which of these made our High / Low this week.
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Why Australian Football is better than American & Canadian Football

AFL versus NFL & CFL

WARNING: The following post is classified MA [Mildly Aussie]. It contains some Aussie language and, if you’re finding yourself lost in translation, Tristan and Cindy recommend taking a squiz at their Australian-Canadian Phrasebook.


 

It’s that sad time of year Down Under when the footy is finished but the cricket hasn’t started yet. And by footy, I am of course referring to AFL, probably better known by our North American counterparts (if at all) as Aussie Rules.

Late Friday night/early Saturday morning Toronto time, Australia celebrated possibly the biggest event on its sporting calendar (except maybe for the Melbourne Cup) – the AFL Grand Final. While watching this spectacle with an enthusiastic crowd of locals and expats at Hemingway’s (the Kiwi-style, as close as we can get to Aussie, pub in Yorkville), it got me thinking about how us Aussies definitely win against the Yanks and the Canucks when it comes to chasing an egg-shaped ball around a field. Continue reading