I fell in love with (And In) Canada

Elisabeth was sleeping all afternoon while I woke up just two hours after getting on. I am surprised by the confidence I have gained with her in less than a day, and I also remembered that, while we were going to the shopping center, she told me that she was wearing the Mounted Police suit because she was part of the social service she was doing and that she must finish before finishing her studies. Basically, what she should do is educate children from local schools who go to the university to meet her on cultural and national issues. He says that the goal is to prevent traditional Canadian culture from being forgotten, but also that it makes no sense if immigrant cultures increasingly share and interpose their way of life in the country. I had read that Canada is part of the progressive countries that have more multiculturalism in the world due to the high immigration rates, and as soon as I was on the bus I was able to confirm it by listening to 4 languages ​​other than the

June 30 The flight arrived at 5:30 am. I was very surprised by the admirable punctuality of the airline and how much it took care of my two huge suitcases. However, my back was sore because the chair on the plane was not very comfortable, but at that time my priority was to go to the bathroom to improve my appearance and be presentable when I met Elisabeth. We met at 6:30 am, and I could not help but appreciate the beauty I was seeing with my eyes. The beauty of that girl was much greater than the one that appeared in the photographs sent to me by my sister, and, instead of the clothes she was wearing on those, she wore a beautiful suit of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, composed of a long red shirt, a brown leather belt, a black denim and long gray leather boots. We introduced ourselves and she, with a thick and relaxing voice of a young woman that brought me a lot of inner peace when listening to her, told me a little about her life, while telling me that before we started w

June 29 I was packing with a feeling of excitement when I received my sister's call that made everything change in a different direction: She will not be able to be with me for the next three weeks in which I was in Canada. He told me that the opportunity to do his university practices in the neighboring country United States had been granted, but precisely for this month. I asked with a feeling of anger and disappointment, what I was going to do now with a passport that cost me so much to get, an expensive plane ticket that could no longer be used, two suitcases ready to be taken to the cargo area and , the worst, my emotions disappointed by a long-awaited trip that is no longer possible to do. But she proposed to me an option, that after listening to her the feeling of anger was replaced by one of nerves and leaving aside all this. My sister would leave me in the care of a friend from her university. She told me that she is a 21-year-old Canadian girl named Élisabeth who a

June 28 I'm so excited. Finally, the well-deserved and expected mid-year summer break is coming. And there was no better way to announce it than all my friends and I enjoying today as a united course, in a pleasant outing to a beautiful nature reserve. I am very happy that in my course we are more united, but it also hurts me that this time is running out faster and faster. Like petals of a dandelion, the current of time will one day separate us. It is because of this last thought melancholy has attacked me very hard this year. The feeling of sadness is so strong and constant, that it mixes with the laziness of the tasks and the pre-university stress to end up generating only a constant mental saturation. I need to prepare for my future, but I know that I really need a break. Canada. That is the solution. Traveling to that quiet country of the world will serve as a cream to cure my cracks caused by saturation. I will go alone, since my father has been resting in peace sinc