I took French courses for five years at my high school, Jarvis Collegiate. I was 17 when I heard about a Canadian lycée in France. And so, at age 18, I found myself on a plane heading for France. French has changed my life - and that's no exaggeration. French men, the Eiffel Tower, love, romantic walks on the Champs Élysées. I was fairly certain my parents would think my idea of going to France was a terrible one, but for a reason I'll never understand, they happily agreed to send me.For work, my friend has to travel in the Acadian Peninsula region.
What I didn't know was that, not only do you go to boulangeries to buy baguettes, but that's where the French go to gossip.
So there I was, Amy Cameron, at the boulangerie, having a long, impassioned conversation with the boulanger, or baker.
We had to eat at least one meal with our new French families, but with our friends, in the bars, on the beach, and at school, we spoke English. In France, I lived in the small village of Villefranche.
The school, not surprisingly called the "Lycée canadien en France," was in the south, near Nice, in the small town of Beaulieu. The students at the Lycée canadien en France were placed with French families so we could practise our French at any time.
She slapped him in the face, and that was the last time they ate together.
My boyfriend, whom I got to know in France 13 years ago, told a waiter in a restaurant that he was no longer hungry because he was "plein" - in France, that means pregnant.Continue reading I first heard about Amy Cameron’s book "Playing with Matches" when she was a guest on the local TV show "Urban Rush." Some of the bad dating stories she shared were really funny. Continue reading You’ve met a great guy or gal online. Continue reading Greg Behrendt, the co-author of "He’s Just Not That Into You," was on an Oprah show repeat yesterday. I didn’t take notes the first time, but I did this time. In 1995, while I was still a student in Quebec, there was a referendum. Yes, Quebec is a unique society, but it's my Quebec and my country, too. The editor, like the boulanger, thought I was completely crazy, but when he learned that I spoke French, everything changed.Suddenly our united country, Canada, was at risk of splitting in two. And so I marched through the streets of Montreal with Francophones, Anglophones, Canadians to save my country. New Brunswick is the only province in Canada that is officially bilingual, and the newspaper needed a journalist to work in the Moncton office, a city with a population that is half Anglophone and half Francophone.One of three - working for Canada's so-called national newsmagazine.