lunedì 25 novembre 2013

every road home is long

I'm back on Canadian soil, but only for a moment and not without difficulties on the way.
I wrote in my notebook during the way back, and I'll just type it on here.

November 21st, 2013

Suitcase all packed up, I was ready and excited to make my way back home.
Because life always surprises me by being ridiculously tumultuous, my Milan to Paris flight was cancelled. Little did I know, the 22ns of November happened to be a national-wide airport strike day. Thanks for notifiying me beforehand, easyjet. The day before makes it kinda close yaknow.
Anyway, I had to make my Paris-Montreal flight the next day at 11:00am, and I had little time to find a solution.
Being beside myself in frustration and sadness, I somewhere still unknown found the drive to find another option as soon as possible. It's a little funny since only the day before, I was speaking with Gab about changing discouragement into motivation. It was the perfect time to put that into practice.
After looking for flights like mad, I realized those wouldn't get me on time to Paris, and the few ones who would cost a whopping 900$. I seeked my father' sand Gab's help, being both of logical and emotional support.
I looked into the option of taking the train. I finally found one that left in two hours time.
Zipping up my heavy suitcase as fast as I could, I bolted through the door feeling terribly unprepared. Nicola, a photographer I shot with and who lived next door, had offered to drive me to the airport. Since that plan was so unceremoniously changed, I notified him and he nicely agreed to bring me to the train station instead. The plan was to depart from Milan, transfer in Dijon to grab a TGV, and arrive at 8:30 in Paris at the Gare de Lyon.
But, of course, it couldn't be that easy.
There are several train stations in Milan. My train left from Lambrate station, but the ticket office was closed. There were only ultra sketchy resellers and I did not trust them not one little bit.
We thought that perhaps if we went to Centrale station, we could get a ticket there, and then come back to Lambrate.
We got at Centrale 10 minutes before their ticket office closes. A guard at the door does not want to let us in since there is already a small lineup inside and they close shortly.
He does tell me, though, that I can buy a ticket on board the train from the controler, if there is room for me.
Back to Lambrate we drive. Throughout these bumps in the road I  try to remain excited rather than stressed and positive rather than doubtful. Honestly I was laughing at what today threw at me.
Once on the platform, I eagerly wait for the train's arrival, still not certain if I'll be able to ride it.
Once it does, I speak with an employee, and she tells me to get on, go to wagon 3 straight away and I'll find someone to buy a ticket from. I get there and a group of police officers tell me to get off the train and that it is full.
After a talk with yet another employee on the platform and seriously being worried about this ordeal with each passing minute, he tells me to get back on. He'll find a spot for me.
*sigh of relief*
I am placed in a 6 bed compartment and I feel like I was on The Darjeeling Limited. Only things aren't colour coded and there's nobody to artistically direct my surroundings.
I'm on the top bunk and the to-and-fro of the train is a little sickening while writing.
I'll get off in Dijon in 6 hours and transfer to a faster train to Paris. Then I'll have to take a bus or a cab to the airport and make my flight to Montreal on time.
Stay positive!

November 22nd, 2013

I set an alarm for 6am on my phone that was by them almost out of juice. I set the luminosity to its lowest setting and put it on airplane mode; the two power outlets in the cabin weren't working. Falling asleep was a little difficult, the train rattling, noisy, and on a tiny uncomfortable bed. At least I got a little bit of sleep, even though it was often interrupted.
When I woke , I asked a train staff if we were running on schedule. One told me we were 15 minutes behind, another told me we were half an hour behind. For real, we got to Dijon one full hour behind. That made me late for my transfer onto a TGV,  but since the train I was already on also wen to Paris, but slower, I just stayed on it, and resolved to make my way to CDG airport as fast as freaking impossible.
After arriving at the Gare de Lyon, I hauled my suitcase across the place as outside into Paris! Wou! I walked about to find the shuttle that would bring me directly to CDG. I only waited a couple minutes for it, then sat back and watched through the window a city my father is so scared of me never coming back from if I ever set foot in it. He did specify the night before that inward to go straight to the airport! Even with just that, by that time, it was pretty obvious that I wouldn't make my flight. :(
Why can't one thing ever go smoothly with me and my travels? 'Cause it wouldn't be as much of an adventure, I guess.
Once at the airport, I called my dad to let him know I missed my flight. I walked around the huge, maze-like airport to an aircanada desk, having noticed that they had a flight in an hour and a half.
After two more collect calls to my dad, we decided to get me a ticket on that flight.
By that time, I just really wanted to get home.
I texted Gab with the news, who was already resolved to see me only the next day.
The lady at the desk was quite nice, giving me a window seat in an empty aisle. I got to spread out and get a couple more minutes of sleep, the night on the train not being the best (but sill surprisingly pleasant). I had already noticed my back and neck being sore, and I hadn't noticed how hungry I was until the flight attendants started bringing food. Having dashed out so quickly last night, the ont thing I had for foot in my bag was the last quarter of a bag of mixed nuts.
Here I am at 38 000 feet, on my way home as another adventure comes to an end.
Oh but not to fret, I'm never on my feet for too long: next trip begins on Tuesday, New York bound!

Strive to keep a childlike curiosity at heart


domenica 17 novembre 2013

be back soon


let's start off with the big news: i booked a ticket home. for friday. ch'yeaaaa!
i thought a lot about it all and without work, and missing home, and being disenchanted with the modelling industry, all came to one conclusion: i'd be happier at home.
it'll be a very short trip home, though, since the new york adventure is starting only four days after i land!

i had a splendid day walking around town today. i set off with my camera and an extra roll of film. i walked two minutes before stumbling upon some type of fair happening really close to my apartment! all along via farini, stands were up, selling everything from clothing, jewelry, carpets, draperies, salami, cheeses, candy, etc. there were also a couple of performers and funny merchants with their sound systems and microphones acting like cheesy tv infomercials. i found a little something for my little sister for christmas (hihi, hi Oasis, no i'm not telling you you'll have to wait). i ended up being kinda close to the cimitero monumentale (the monumental cemetery, which wears it's name beautifully by it's monumentality). there i made it a mission to find my favourite sculptures that adorn tombstones, only by remembering my way around from last time i was in milan and visited, two and a half years ago. and i did it! i found it!

death don't do part

after a long while walking around the cemetery, and enjoying the cool air and the silence of the place, i started making my way back home, by foot again. walking through the fair once more, i stopped and got a 'vin brûlé' (mulled wine), since i was a bit chilly and it always puts me in some happy festive mood, since i usually drink it during the holidays. 

here's a young montrealer with a great original sound

see you soon


giovedì 14 novembre 2013


the winds change and the rain keeps falling.

it's been sunny on-and-off lately, but i'm writing this to the sound of rain pouring down on the skylights over my bed.

as for the winds, they change. the day i had written an email to two of my agents, i had one single casting for this big hair and makeup company. they seemed to like me lots, complimenting me by saying i resemble a mix of Amélie Poulain and Audrey Hepburn. you know, only getting me to blush like crazy because i adore those women!
a couple minutes after i leave the building, my agency calls to tell me i'm on option for the job. an option, in modelling lingo, means that you're in their top choices for the job, but you haven't booked it yet. they also asked if i'd be cool with them dying my hair to red, if they changed it back to brown after the pictures were done. no worries, although i never dye my hair, and i'm a little worried it would mess 'em up a little. but, the best part, is that the shoot would be done in Sicily! i should hear more about it in the next couple of days.

this evening with my roommate Elysse, we made butterbeer and watched Harry Potter.

and another breeze: my boyfriend and a friend of ours got a job in New York selling Christmas trees, for a month! for another adventure, i'll be joining them when i leave here! we'll be living in a van, and i'm really excited to live with very minimal belongings for a while. i'll be taking lots of pictures, writing, and for making a profit, (me and my mom got the same idea at the same time while brainstorming work possibilities while over there) i'll try selling some of my drawings and doodles! interested in an original doodle with that tree?

as for the rest of stuff here, it's still just as slow... fingers crossed for that job. if not, i'll make my way back home, to then head off to the next great adventure in new york :)

here's a track i really have been enjoying lately, by this american indie rock band called Now, Now

'till next time
live to tell a great story.


venerdì 8 novembre 2013

planet mars

hello hello

all my excuses for the big time gap that has separated this post from the last. i could say i've been busy but that would kind of be a lie.
yeah, things have been really slow. on the 12th, it'll be a whole month since i've been here, and i still haven't had a paying job :(
the market has been really slow. last time i was here, i had a bunch of castings per day, say five to eight. since i arrived, i'ts always been two or three. there are so many girls, for so little jobs. the competition is crazy.
i did do two shoots though, one that i've already written about, and another one happened yesterday. but those two won't help me pay the bills not one little bit.
i figure if next week doesn't pick up a reasonable pace, i'll speak to my agency about a possibility of other markets. if munich, paris or london are busier, i might just go spend a month in another city to give it a go. i'd hate to come back home empty-handed.

in the event i come back home without a job to my name, i know the experience hasn't left me empty-handed at all. one thing i like about this job is that i get to meet people from all over the world. i mean in my apartment only, the countries are: russia, ukraine, poland, the u.s. and canada. we went for dinner one night, in a japanese restaurant, and around the table were people from: australia, slovakia, belgium, italy, the u.s. and canada. i find it fascinating how people from all over the world, through their cultural differences can profit from one another's knowledge. and in a way, to make each of us better people, through understanding others. because even though people may not agree with one another, may it be on opinions or even values, i believe there is always something to learn from anybody. everybody knows something you don't.

i'll also come back home with a couple of good pictures i took on film, i hope. i brought both my k1000 and my holga, hopefully there will be some good stuff to look back on.

i'll most certainly come back with fun memories. this one night last weekend, stephanie, carleen, monika and me went out to this club (i'm really not a club person) since we were told bruno mars was going to be there. i never went crazy about his music, although i loved his black and white performance on some mtv award show, and his retro vibe is pretty groovy. and indeed he was there. he sang a couple songs and spent a couple hours with his band mates and huge body guard in the jam-packed club. i got to meet him and say hi (he is so so short?!) and he told me he liked my style (that's cause i was wearing carleen's cap that says meow on it). he seemed like a pretty down-to-earth type of person, which is always good to see in celebrities, i find.

having more spare time, i've also been going to the gym a whole lot more than usual. it feels good, i've already noticed that i'm a bit more fit, and most of all i love their sauna and turkish bath, hihihi.

most of all, i'll be back with a better knowledge of who i am and how i've grown up compared to last time i was here, compared to when i traveled to tokyo, and compared to when i started modeling.

this weekend i'm planning to go to the novecento museum, it has Rodin, Pollock and Warhol expos going on! i also want to make a trip back to the ossuary (see posts from about two years ago for more on it. or wait until i write about it this time). i really, really want to take a weekend to go the venise for the biennale. it would make me the most fulfilled art student!

i'll write sooner than last time ok (:
thanks for reading along this adventure

keep on learning on


giovedì 24 ottobre 2013

artsy fartsy

buona sera!

i moved out of my apartment! and i'm soooo glad about it!
this new place is also a model apartment owned by the agency, in another part of town. i live with 6 other girls (!!) and it's totally different from anything i'm used to. i've actually never lived with girls, except my mother and sister. for the past year, i've been living with five guys. couldn't be more opposite in any way.
the rent is significantly cheaper (but is still super expensive by montreal standards) but is quite nicer. it's on two floors, and my favorite aspect of it is all the skylights and angled ceilings. i have a huge skylight right above my bed :) i share a room with yulia from russia, there is another double room on the second floor next to ours, and downstairs three girls, including elise from vancouver (yay canada!).

after moving this morning, i settled in and unpacked everything (at the last place, i hadn't undone my suitcase, since i knew i wanted to leave soon) so i already feel better here. none of us had any castings today, i don't know why this week is so slow :( but! it gave me the chance to walk around the neighborhood to see what's close, camera in hand. i walked all the way to the brera area, which is super cute and filled with students, because the fine arts school is located there (dream!). in the same building is an art museum, and i hadn't been to that one in particular last time i was in milan, so today i went!
the pinacoteca di brera was great. it's really vast and i spent a whole two hours admiring the paintings and a couple sculpures. they mostly have twentieth-century classics (lots of jesus') in classic styles. i got to see some paintings by moroni, which was funny because my last apartment was on a street by the same name. in the third room i entered, a french from france group has having a guided tour, so i stayed close to them to have a hear at it, hihihi. i got to see some bellini (no, not the drink. the famour venezian painter) and i always enjoy seeing in person paintings i studied in my art history classes in cegep.
i always love the sound in museums. yeah you'll tell me but-museums-are-silent but it's the echoes that get to me. the echoes of people trying to speak softly and the echoes of past times, through the art.
aside from the traditional style, there was also a smaller room dedicated to a collection of more modern art. in front of my eyes was some braque, picasso, modigliani, and boccioni, mmmm.
i also saw for the second time some caravaggio, and 'il bacio' by hayez.
there was also the coolest room i have ever seen. it was dedicated to art restauration, the job i think i'd really love to do. it was closed-in, air-tight, filled with bottles of solutions, little tools, air vacuum shafts and only three paintings. some were being fixed and another was being cleaned. just makes me want to fast forward through school and get working there asap!
then, as if my tour of the pinacoteca wasn't enough art for a day, while walking down brera towards the metro, a small gallery had some original warhol hung in the window.

back at the apartment, two of my roommates, monika from i'm not sure where and veronika from ukraine were about to leave for the gym and invited me to tag along. i went and got my gym card done (free for a month simply because i'm a model? cooooool!) and we worked out together.

tomorrow i've got two castings, one for a shoe designer's lookbook, and the second for... armani! yéééeahhh boiiiii!

buona notte,


lunedì 21 ottobre 2013

c'est une chanson qui nous ressemble

buon giorno!

milan has transport strikes pretty much every second friday. at least they're a little bit nice about it, and have a three-hour window where all transportation is running. during that time, on friday, i had a casting at vogue. after walking through the sempione park to get there, i reallt felt like going back afterwards. i did, and spend a nice long while reading while the sun was slowly making it's way down.
during that time, i got a call from kate, who was also doing the casting along with alayna. they were going to grab a late lunch, and also being hungry i joined them.
right during we were eating, i got a call form the agency telling me i had a test shoot (a non-paying shoot whose pictures will be unpublished, that are simply for the portfolio) on sunday. nina, one of my bookers told me that she had booked train tickets for me and danni, another girl from the agency, to get to brescia to do the shoot. i chowed down my meal in half time, hopped on the tram and made my way to cadorna station, where the ticket agency was. the place looked closed, so i was a little worried, but nina told me not to and to just knock on the door, which i did, and a lady opened for me asking ''major modella?'' and there i was tickets for me and danni in hand.

i took saturday to sleep in like crazy, and only went out of the apartment for a drink with kate, since her birthday was the following day. since i did have a shoot, i had the skip the party.

the shoot was so. much. fun! me and danni left central station in milan towards brescia in the morning, a small city eastward halfway to verona (shakespeare city!). the photographer's name was tiziano, and seemed quite young. i had looked up his work beforehand, and alayna had already shot with him and enjoyed it.
he picked us up at the station in his four-place smart car (my mom's two seater is cuter!) and we spoke about the ideas for the looks. danni shot in the field in a nice dress, being decontextualized, and did another one outdoors with the neighbor's horse! and two more different outfits in studio.
as for my part, we did one beauty, natural shot, another leather-rocker-badass one outdoors, a different leather-rocker-badass one indoors, the same outfit with a friend's royal python snake matilda, and a last one in a cosmic patterned dress with lotsa bling bling necklace action. between the snake, the horse, the photographer's cat and his dog, it was quite a zoo day! (see some pictures on my instagram, link in the previous post).
i need to write more about the cat cause i'm a legit cat lady. the kitten's name was rino, because he was all white, and white-out in italian is some word i don't remember that finishes with -rino. he had these adorable but a little stupid looking blue crossed eyes, but that's what made him even more adorable. he kept coming to me to me loved, and to purr, which he did a whole lot.

today i only had one casting and took it really easy. i watched the movie beginners, which is a favorite of mine and juliette's (see her blogspot at or .com for you guys at home) and did some groceries and apartment research. i'm currently writing this with a glass of wine from a two-euro bottle, and things are feeling fine.

so far tomorrow i have one on request casting (where they make a pre-selection of models they want to see) at the agency. but it's the type of work where things change or are added or gone unpredictably at the last second. yay adaptation!?

on an ending note, a song i adore, first because it was sang to me by my grand mother with her amazing soulful blues voice. second, because the words are a jacques prévert poem

but i miss you most of all my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall


giovedì 17 ottobre 2013

'round town

well hello again

where i left off.
tuseday was buuuuusy. i had a total of five castings, which is usually very ok, but the problem was four of them were in a two hour time limit.
the first casting was for a commercial for cookies... yeah cookies. they made me eat one on camera and everything. the wait was super long but Sophie was also there.
after that i had an hour and a half of free time in the porta ticinese area, which i adore! i got lunch at a fish kiosk i had already been to before, and got a bit of calamari with lots of lemon. i walked down the street to one of my fave spots, right by the roman columns. i also got some gelato from my favourite place called frozen. i got lemon because it's my go-to delicious pick, and got fior di latte to go with. now that felt like a real welcome back to milano.
i sat at the base of the columns for a while doing some people watching. i also walked around a little taking pictures. (if you want to see what i took on instagram, since film takes a while, it's
the next casting was right across the street for cosmopolitan magazine, and i knew it was always a casting where many many models show up, so i decided to go earlier than scheduled to beat the crowd. three girls had the same idea and where already there, and so it happens it was three girls also from major. caroline is 23 and from norway, kate is turning 19 sunday and is from seattle, and alayna is also 18 and from seattle. after waiting a while and nobody was showing up, we figured there was something wrong. the client's daughter, whom we all recognized because it isn't our first time in milan and at this client's casting, came to the gate and opened for us. after a couple minutes of waiting outside their (cute, cluttered, but pouring with light) apartment, she asked us if we were sure the casting was today... and then we got worried. we called the agency and they said 'sis si' it's today. she invited us to sit inside as a couple of other girls, also with major, walked in. the daughter, whom is i'd guess between 10 and 12, made it her missing to figure out what was going on since her mother wasn't present for the casting. she was running back in forth in the apartment, making calls to her father, speaking with her grandmother and trying to get a hold of her mom. real little booker in the making this one! it was crazy to see her being so helpful and professional for her cute little age.
after all this, while we were busy thanking her and complimenting her on her managing skills, she tells us the actual adress of the casting. way the heck up corso sempione, messing up my schedule for the day.
after asking the other girls, we realized we had all the same castings in that little amount of time, so we stuck together. another one we had to go to was two streets away, so we hit that one first. for me it went very well, the client made me try one some clothing and took pictures. it was funny since the model right before me was also named Maia!
by then we had been worried we couldn't make all of the castings, since they were so far away. we called the magency again, asking them which castings were most important for us to attend.
following instructions, we make out way up sempione to the actual location of the cosmo casting. luckly there were few girls there and it went fast.
we go back towards downtown to another casting, this time there was a crazy wait and a line of girls spiraling down the stairs to the floor below.
we didn't make it to the last casting, since it was already too late and was at the other end of town.
no worries since we got to see them the next day!

in the evening, i went just a floor below of the apartment building where i'm currently staying to where alayna and kate live. caroline has the place right across the hall. we had beer and listened to music, and spent a pretty chill evening together.
i have friends! yay!

the next day was great because kate's boyfriend, an italian she met on her last trip here, drove us to our castings all day. almost felt like having a driver in tokyo!
it wasn't stressful at all and we made it to all of our auditions.
we had one for a lookbook, the second was the one we had missed the day before (for a hair and makeup magazine), then another one for cosmopolitan magazine, an editorial, and finally a very, very long casting where i guess about 200 models were present. we were there a veeeeery long time.

that was yesterday, and we felt like going for aperitivo. that's where a restaurant-bar type place offers drinks for a fixed price, and lets you eat as much as you please of the little buffet they provide. we went with boy models kate and alayna knew from the u.s., and had a good time chatting about work and movies and photography and stuff. when we were done there, we walked back around the park (since it was closed by that time) to another little bar where we had cheap beer before going back home.
in the craziest taxi drive of my life.
at first, i didn't even know if the driver was a man or a woman. he-she was a short, old human being with a loud, loud voice. making jokes in italian we didn't understand. we were glad it was a short ride.

today i only had two castings, and they started in the early afternoon. after that, i went to the agency to take a couple of polaroids, or digitals. those are the pictures the agency takes, not professionally, but just to give an idea to clients of what models look like naturally. we did some clothed and in a bikini. i always find these a little terrifying since i'm not the stick-skinny type model, and last time i was here my booker wasn't shy to tell me i needed to lose a little weight. i guess even though it's never fun to hear, i've grown older and more comfortable in the skin i'm in. i've got my hips and they are what they are.

tomorrow the metro and buses and trams are all on strike, as it happens so often in milan. so far it doesn't seem like i have a single casting, it's perhaps because of the strike. anyway, it's supposed to be sunny and nice, i'll probably just spend some time at the park reading and enjoying the sun (it's mostly been grey and chilly since i got here).

kate and alayna are also tired of spending so much on our not-so-great apartment, so we're looking for a place all three of us together.

oh! just got an email from my booker telling me i do have one casting tomorrow for vogue. it's right beside the park anyway. how perfect.

my dad sent me and my little sister this quote the other day, i feel like it's pertinent i share this

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do, so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, Dream, Discover."- Mark Twain

 keep on exploring on


lunedì 14 ottobre 2013

back at it

the day started off by heading to the agency to sign my contract. i got to see Giorgio again, my agent from last time i was here with Joy. he's the sweetest! i got all my papers done and dealt with, and then without time for taking a break, off to castings they sent me.
i wasn't totally planning for it so i wasn't wearing to right shoes to walk around all day in, so my feet already hurt a little. i haven't found a good deal on a bicycle yet (if you know where to score a bike in Milan by chance, please do let me know (and yes, does exist!)).

first off i was sent to a casting for an editorial beauty shoot on corso magenta, the street on which the church in which 'the last supper' by Da Vinci resides. walking by it again for an art lover was a great start to the day!
a dozen of flights of stairs later, i'm up on the fifth floor with a lithuanian model just as out of breath as i am, since we were running last minute for this casting. through the door, we realize we're on the roof of the building, and enjoy the view for a minute as we find our breaths and change into our heels. the casting was a classic in-and-out, ciao-grazie-arrivederci, a-minute-long thing.
next up i made my way to corso sempione, right above the beautiful sempione park, a spot i really like. there are the bureaus of condé nast, the publishers that own vogue and vanity fair, just to name a couple. my casting was for vogue sposa (sposa = bride), and there are always tons of models at the condé nast castings. so i waited and made conversation with other models, and even sticking with Isabella a girl from sweden for getting to the next casting we had in common. i make one friend and she has to be leaving tomorrow!
we headed together to corso s. euseubio, where i had been many times before, for a casting for a u.s. polo gig in florence. a bunch of models were also there, so we waited quite the while. we also met up with a friend of hers, Sophie, who is a young quirky-faced blonde from denmark. one of the clients at that gig seemed to like me and wanted me to try something on, while the other said 'capelli troppo corti' (hair too short). sometimes it's a huge bonus and a quirk to have hair as short as i do, and sometimes it's in the way.

after that i head back to my apartment to grab my passport to go back to the agency and finalize my papers. i also find a cell phone store and get my own italian phone number and sim card (if you have imessage or whatsapp, we can still write). plans are so much cheaper here! i got 200 minutes, 200 text messages and 1G of data for 10 euros a month. and if 1G isn't enough, i can add another for a little 2 euros extra. viva italia!

the agency then sends me to another casting, not too far, to another studio i has already been to. it was for a beauty magazine called Estetica, for whom i've already had a job. it went really well! and i was the last one to show up, which is always a good thing, since the first and the last are usually the most remembered.

on the way back to the apartment, i stop at a grocery store for avocados (cannot live without them) and juice and wine, all for a tiny 5 euros. really, the only expensive thing in europe is rent. rent. is. bad.

i'm waiting for an answer from a lady i could rent a room from, cheaper and better than here. fingers tightly crossed.

tomorrow i have five different castings, that take me just like today to places i've mostly been to. including right past my favorite gelateria on porta ticinese! and right in front of a row of second century roman colums that are beautiful. the only thing is that four of those castings are all within two hours of one another. gonna run! already back at it.

speaking of running : run by daughter is a real good song.

alla prossima,


domenica 13 ottobre 2013

adventure time

when i spoke about leaving, my dad always spoke of it as my 'next great adventure.' 
he's right because simply making my way here was an adventure in itself.

after heart wrenching goodbyes at the montreal airport, i set off for paris on air transat. there was a huge orange half-moon on the horizon when we were taking off.
 i don't know if any of you have flown with them before but nobody mentioned that it was party lighting in there. ok it ain't that bad but the lights in the cabin change slowly through all the colours of the rainbow. the only thing missing was lounge music. the overpriced drinks were present. 
i was surprised to see that the plane was equipped with personal tv-movie-audio screen, i didn't think it would be! i'm totally incapable of sleeping during flights, so that came in handy. i watched 'the place beyond the pines' for the second time because i really enjoyed it, and i also watched the third hangover movie. it's a hangover movie eh. not as funny as the first one in my opinion. i also read, wrote a little and listened to lost of music. 
the plane had lifted off a little late, and we arrived in paris about 45 minutes after schedule. that alone made me super stressed because i only had two hours in paris to make my connection, and i had never been to the charles-de-gaulle airport. furthermore, i didn't book my flights together so i had to retrieve my suitcase, leave the terminal, and get to the departure terminal. and that, if you must someday do, leave yourself lots of time. 
getting luggage in itself takes it's sweet long deal of time. after that, it was a long walk (run for me, with my 40lbs suitcase and 25lbs backpack) to where a train shuttle departs to the other terminals. once in the departures terminal, it's a zoo of airlines and gates, and mine is, of course, waaaaay at the other end. run run run through the people being confused between where i'm going where i'm from and where i'm going alternating between 'mi scusi!' and 'sorry'! and 'pardon!' being an annoying late traveler. 
aaaand i didn't make it. 
75 euros later, more than what i paid for the original paris-milan ticket, i got switched to a flight two hours later. by that time i'm extra tired, my shoulders have those bruises that occur when your skin is pinched, and i'm kind of discouraged. i spend time in charles-de-gaulle sitting on a bench close to a nice red piano, available for all to bust out a tune. some were children hitting on it mercilessly and others were good enough to lull me to sleep. which i did for about half an hour before it was time to board my next flight.

finally, in milan, i thought the journey was close to over. but noooo, to take the train into central milan, i had to once again go to another terminal, which was a good bus ride away. once there, i buy my train ticket, only to see the train roll away in the distance right before my eyes. i waited 20 minutes for the next one. 
by that time i was already very late for the hour i had told my roommate i'd be at the apartment, and i had no way of contacting her. wi-fi in paris you had to pay for, and my cellphone did not want to tap into any local carriers, it just 'no service'd me all along. i figured i'd find a pay phone at a metro station in milan.
the train arrived at cadorna station, where i try to call my roommate, no answer. i take the metro for five stops to get to the apartment, when i realize the last time i looked at a map to know how to walk from the station to there was two days ago. 
i make my way through the streets at dark with my luggage, only taking a wrong turn once. addresses on doors in milan are often hard to spot, and of course, mine was. i get to the end of the street without seeing my address and stumble across a grocery store. i figured i could try calling my roommate again, but the lady at the cash tells me i can't use their phone but a payphone is nearby. 
my roommate answers! she tells me that the number is indeed hard to see, on a further wall and behind a tree, but that it's right beside the number 33 (we are 35). she tells me that she isn't there anymore but that another one of the girls (the agency owns the building and a lot of us stay in it) is there, and that she'll call her for her to come open the door for me. i get my keys, walk in, and throw myself on the sofa. the place is of an ok size, the living room and kitchen are in one, the bathroom is fine except that the shower head isn't attached to the wall and you have to hold it while washing. and the best part (insert heavy sarcasm here) is that we share a bedroom. two beds, but one bedroom. woup-di-freaking-do. 
for the exorbitant price, it really isn't all that great.
oh, internet also is really on and off, it's a crappy signal. 

i'm actually already looking at other apartment or rooms i can rent in town, i'm quite sure i can find better for cheaper. sorry, agency!

i'm also looking for a bicycle to get around town on. last time i was here, i took the metro or trams or buses to get around, but i figured a bike would be more fun, i'd get to see more, and get a little exercise in. and actually is a thing. it exists! 
today i got a bit of groceries, and im shopping for that bike and a different apartment. i also really need to get a local sim card for my phone, but most stores are closed on sundays out here and they are quite a ways away. 
my roommate didn't come in last night, and it's 4pm and she hasn't shown up. ain't so bad considering we share a room. all mine muahah!

that's where i'm at for now.

'till next time, keep on adventuring on


lunedì 7 ottobre 2013

jeez, life

i haven't written on here in almost a full year. say, it is a travel blog, and i've spent most of my time in montreal. i finished my cegep (barely), i broke up with Phil (it was the best thing to do, and no, you won't read about us getting back together again), i spent the summer by the lake in Mulgrave-et-Derry to take time off, and i also am with a new totally marvellous boy since june. as for travels: he took me for a week in Gaspésie. will write about it further on.
and, on friday, i leave for Milan. yeah, Milan again. the story may resume!
i  gotta say it has been a totally insane past year. i've never been so stressed in my entire life. and it has taken a toll on me. i was always the time to handle being extra busy really well, i never doubted in it, and i was confident in every adventure i threw myself into.
i bet a lot of you have heard about the strike that went on withing montreal and it's students about the rising schooling fees: i was part of them. as much as the cause rung true to me, and as uplifting the ambiance of revolt that was floating around the town, and participating in the manifestations has taught me just as much as sitting in calss did. perhaps more.
this being said, it did have it's numerous downsides. we missed close to five full months of school, so we did have to make it up. that's why this past school year, we basically did three semesters. it was out of this world stressful, busy, and demanding. somewhere along that time it became too much, and i lost my confidence and assurance about what i could achieve.
it's kind of followed me along until this time, and i worried my friends, parents, and even my agents. i sought out for help, and i'm really grateful that my boyfriend is such a positive influence to my mood. i can't thank you enough, Gab.

as for our trip in Gaspésie, it was beautiful. i could go on and on about all the various things we saw an did, but all in all, i only have a few things i need to mention: go to the Sea Shack. you will be drunk, and you will cook in the community kitchen with other young travelers, maybe pick up some hitchhikers like we did, plant your tent on the beach, see a million stars and auroras, and not want to leave.
hike up a couple mountains. the view is worth the hours trekking up, and the satisfaction is immense. sit at the summit and have a snack.
also, most importantly, go with someone you love.
and take a zillion pictures.

these are taken at the summing and during the hike up mount Xalibu

i also really fed my love for lighthouses. 

these are from the emerald river, totally worth a stop.

i also spent a weekend with my parents up in Val d'Or, where my mother is from. we spent most of the time sitting on a old friend's back porch, drinking beer and reliving high school stories. it was their high school reunion, and in the evening at events while my mother was reuniting with buddies, me and my dad took it upon ourselves to photobomb as many pictures as possible. we did succeed. lots. 


friday is coming up real soon and i'm taking off for Milan again. this time you won't read about hilarious stories with my mom since i'll be by my own little self. i'll try to have just as many good stories to write about :) i'll be for three months, living with another girl from the agency.
afterwards, i'll se where life floats ma boat, i might take up another contract in another city, and sometime come back to montreal for university, i think. for now, i kind of have my mind set on cordordia; with a major in drawing and painting with a minor in print media. we'll see.

ciao for now,
see you on the other side of the pond


ps: i put up a tumblr with only analog pictures i take