I can’t believe it’s already autumn! My mind is still stuck on summer and the beautiful weather we had (especially in Montreal). Although time flew and I ran like a headless chicken from one weekend to another, I tried to slow down, stop and smell the flowers. I’ve encountered a diversity of flowers this summer. Though it might seem like a boring or merely ordinary experience to stand before flowers and simply look at them, I found myself in awe of their beauty, and to take the time to appreciate the latter has gotten me in reflection mode.
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What is MR-63? Read it here.
Qu’est-ce que le projet MR-63? Voir ici.
Where is it? 259 Young Street, Montreal, Quebec
Où? 259 Rue Young, Montréal, Quebec
Why should you go? It’s a zero-waste outdoors coffee shop in the heart of Griffintown and it looks super cute and the coffee tastes super good. My mom loved her almond-milk cappuccino and when my mom loves something, you know it’s GOOD.
Pourquoi y aller? C’est un café en plein air (à zéro déchet) situé au cœur de Griffintown et il a l’air super mignon et le goût du café est frais et de qualité. Ma mère a adoré son cappuccino au lait d’amande et quand ma mère aime quelque chose, vous savez que c’est BON!
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Last week, I went to the States with my lovely parents. I’ll share all the things we did and where we stayed without writing a novel. Let’s start!
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To the ones that made me feel like home for five days straight, that made me promise to never change who I am, that loved my sense of humour, that have golden and open hearts, that warmly welcomed us, that cook super well, that encouraged me to serve, that are bold in their faith, that were our second or third mothers to us, that have a height I look up to, that can sing, draw, and be talented like no one else, that are soft in their manners like doves, that are funnier than America’s best comedians, that share a passion for books, that are little innocent geniuses, that have the best semi-broken Arabic, that know how to read Arabic and Coptic (props to youuuuu), that are wannabe Montrealers, and that are amazing travelling companions… this article is for you.
Last week, I embarked on a short spiritual trip. I had no idea, not even the slightest clue on what to expect. No one told me what we were going to do, nor what to expect from a week at a monastery. I didn’t even know who from church was going to the trip. And you know what? Not knowing anything led to the best surprise ever.
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