Canada: Calgary, AB
It snowed on my third day in Calgary. Snowed. Is it just me or does it seem completely insane that I was snorkelling one minute and being snowed on the next?
After a lengthy discussion with the immigration guy on where I should live in Canada, (‘Well m’aam, you got the choice of being very cold or very wet. And some places you got the choice of being both.’) I was stamped through as a working resident of Canada for 12 months and crashed on my hostel bed for a long, deep sleep.
Calgary is a very pretty town, small enough to view the countryside and mountains from a few floors up but developed enough for a city feel, with skyscrapers and malls galore. It was ironic to see the fall colours in abundance – yellows, reds and browns, some tree branches already bare – like a memory I have only experienced vicariously through TV and books.
I had three days in Calgary, one of those spent recovering from jetlag and the other two in bed, sick from what I have decided to call the now familiar ‘Sarah-moves-continents’ flu. Which meant I didn’t really see much of Alberta, so I don’t really have much to report. Except that it snowed.
-Sarah
Sarah