Some of them don’t even make any sense. Its a different reality and still, here we are talking the same talk, same words.

Lucky with different cadence.

Crazy to see in the Canadian english debate the same talking points as we had in Argentina for the past decade and a little more.

Layover in Ottawa didn’t happen so our flight became a direct flight —> oh yeiy!

Layover in Ottawa didn’t happen after 3 landing attempts with an ear infection and a blocked eustachian tube —> oh no!

Le explico de que se trata el vitel toné a los canadienses y me miran con cara de confusión, asco y no querer ofenderme al mismo tiempo.

Cleaning the kitchen while watching the CPAC stream, where journalists whisper to each other in anticipation of whether the prime minister will resign or prorogue while the camera focuses on a closed door, stands out as one of my first truly Canadian experiences.

I’m experiencing whiplash from going to the other app and just getting brainrot/dread/doomscrolling material and coming back here and reading irl friends, mutuals and academics talk to each other like its the nicest, friendliest conference I ever been to.

Mi misterio favorito del barrio es qué habrá hecho esta persona para que alguien se tomara la molestia de imprimir su foto y pegarla en un poste de luz justo a la altura perfecta para la levantada de pata de los perros.