Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Sour Raspberries

"Take delight in the ordinary."- Unknown

Sometimes I have wonderful epiphanies, which are admittedly less epic when typed out on a blog, that I share with the ever loving cyberspace. Other times I have a set of photographs that I think are quite nice that I want to show off. But then sometimes, like tonight, something ordinary will happen and I will find so much joy in it that I just have to share it.

Tonight at lifegroup, one of my favourite little kidlets, Alia, ate some sour raspberries. Her little face scrunched up and her tiny fists pressed against her eyes as the full horror of sour berries overwhelmed her. I grabbed my camera and attempted to capture her various contorted facial expressions, trying my best to keep the camera steady as we all laughed at her chubby legs kicking at this new taste sensation.

Like good friends and parents, we fed her berry after berry, taking advantage of her childlike faith in those who feed her. Thankful that Alia is so wonderfully gullible, we took great (perhaps too great) delight in her entertaining new flavour journey.

The pictures are somewhat blurry and the story is probably not nearly as amusing as witnessing the actual event, but I hope that this will make you smile at least a little...


Not your average berry...
What is this stuff?
Noooooooo.
Can't...handle...the...taste
What is wrong with these people?
Worst photo. Best face.

Monday, July 22, 2013

An Adventure Anniversary

"Would you like an adventure now, or shall we have tea first?"-Peter Pan

Exactly a year ago today, I spent my first day in Quesnel. Fondly called Q-town by its inhabitants, this strange little place has become quite dear to me.There is so much to say about this strange country, so many adventures to talk about. Perhaps the most entertaining aspects of this journey so far has been accents, cultural differences and various misconceptions about both South Africa and Canada.

During one of my first weeks in Quesnel, I spent a good amount of time with one of the girls I met at church. One night, as we sat talking about all sorts of things, she told me a rather sad story about some one she knew. I listened, interjecting, as any good South African would, at polite intervals with "shame". I was slightly confused by her look of shock each time I did, but I decided that I didn't know her well enough to understand her facial expressions. It was only a few months later that she told me that, because of my accent and the fact that Canadians do not use the word "shame" as a sympathetic sentiment, she thought I had been swearing.

We've shocked many people by informing them that South Africa does, in fact, have a winter. We, in turn, were pleasantly surprised by Summers that reach the 30s. Many of you know Tumi, my beautiful black sort of sister. I told a few girls at dancing that every first born in SA is born black. And they believed me.

One of many conversations with a random stranger went something like this...

"You have a British accent! Where is it from?"
"South Africa."
"Oh! I have a friend in South Africa!"
"Really. Where in South Africa?"
"Ghana."
-_-

The Canadian phrase "I don't care" is the equivalent of the South African "I don't mind". For quite a while I thought people were very apathetic and rude. Saying you will do something "just now" means right now, not in a few minutes, hours or days.
Robots are called traffic lights,crumpets are called pancakes and pancakes, crepes. The milk is gay, the crackers are high and the shower gel is quite a chop.

Homesickness and loneliness pestered me rather consistently in the beginning but I am now quite enjoying this new life. Even though all my plans of studying, working and getting married have all gone out the window, I'm finally able to look at my confusing little life not as a mess but as a grand adventure that is constantly changing. Happy one-year-in-a-foreign-country to me!

"I don' like that guy. He's a real douche.."-Nacho Libre
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Yep.
When they said BC had a drug problem, they weren't joking...