Almost without me realising it, my first Canadian anniversary came and went recently and I thought that this would be a good opportunity to look back on the past year and reflect on how it fits into the story of Tristan Yeats. My life in Canada so far has not been dramatically different on a day-to-day basis from my life back in Canberra. Nonetheless, my first year has certainly been a significant one for me and hopefully this post will provide you a little insight into this.
Travelling and living overseas definitely comes with a lot of perks. There is the joy of experiencing a new country and all of its cultural intricacies. There’s the food [oh, there is so much delicious food]. There’s the fact that you’re on holiday and therefore not working (or in my case, working but not really working). And, of course, there are all the amazing people you meet and the new friends you get to add on Facebook as evidence of your adventure. These are all great, but I have to confess, one of my favourite parts of living overseas is… Continue reading
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