Alma, on y va!

So, we moved. One day before, we call some friends to help us. As I think moving is a pain in the ass and if it was possible, even I will not came to my own moving. Math was hopeful some of our friends could come, but in the end, we did it all alone, with some help of 2 friends who came to say goodbye. I think for canadians, the moving day is sort of a big thing, like some kind of 80's movie, were everybody has fun and drop glasses and everybody laughs. For me, as a brazilian, I would NEVER invite any of my friends to see me carring boxes and no talkative at all, probably not friendly too. Cultural differences...

I thought we had less things, but I was wrong. We filled a whole medium truck and we left behind some stuff, like our couch and a chair. We clean the old home, called some people and we leaved 3 hours late than what we planned. Cats on the front with me, we started to pick a 6 hours road trip.

Our body was tired. We were needing a good bath, the cats were super colaborative with us, quiet as possible inside their cages. We stoped two times to eat, drink water, put some gas, walk a little and go again. It was raining, sometimes more, sometimes less. In this moments, you see who are by your side. Math was all the way super caring and happy, even if tired as I know he was. We heard music, we played car games (like "20 questions"), we talked about our plans, about the canadians game we gonna missed, about our costume for Halloween, and we laught about people and about the cats. He's such a good company for good and bad times.

The road was dark and difficult to drive. Suddenly, I saw some lights in the horizon. I thought it was a big cloud, but it started to big bigger and colorful and bright. Then, I realized it was seeing my first serious aurora boreal. We got this as a beautiful way to say to us everything is gonna be alright.

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I'm still trying to find a good way to write in the Ipad. It's not easy to use the blogger here, so the posts will be crappy until I have internet at home.

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The biggest difference I feel from Montréal is the quality of services. I don't know if it's because I'm from another country, people treat me so amazingly nice and polite here in Alma. I think they are like this, nice and polite people. Another funny thing: they LOVE I moved here. Like, they are so proud of their roots, they really think I did a good move. They even do compliments about my French, which I think is more to encorage me (my French is full of accent actually, but they love it). :)