In spring something funny happens with the weather: You can dawns sunny in the afternoon gets cold, very cold. Or vice versa. Or simply that the climate is maintained. Nature has not yet fully awake (we're talking about May) and are the ravages of winter everywhere, incomplete sidewalks ... if, if, as in Colombia decayed, medium build, streaks of snow turned into mud in the parks, trees undressed as if they were still confused ... and then we went to us. We had our hearts in the spring.
On the flight to Toronto we were very excited. Our first departure. That rich. That Warehousemen. Many expectations. In Quebec and we were more optimistic and hopeful cansaditos but ... dreamers. Realizing that Canada is on planet earth. Is not as rosy as we imagine. The reality is that ... the reality. Here in Colombia, in China in Patagonia ... is the same planet.
But what we feel when we landed in Trois-Rivières (!!!) ... It's hard to explain. I can only say it's like when the day is beautiful, sunny and warm, and suddenly a mushy gray cloud with icy winds causing considerable damage. So. Suddenly we were alone. ALONE. We got off the bus and there was nobody there. We had a reservation at a hostel but did not see a taxi or anything. NOTHING. Tired
looking ugly streets, carrying our bags, the little that unites us to Colombia, almost sorry I'd say. With mastitis uproar. PAILS as they say in my country.
We arrived at the shelter because we got to the Delta hotel and the receptionist asked for a taxi. It was five in the afternoon and it was cold outside but inside. We had the frozen heart. Thinking about parting. Thinking about all the words that gave us our relatives before leaving. Very hard. Very ugly. Very Nak Nak.
Hostel Hotel to travel less than two minutes in the taxi. Once in our room, we found encouragement to each other each hiding her sadness. Only for love, frankly the mood was not quite enough, no one knew which one was more enguayabado. And it hurt even more not being able to rejoice at each other but at least we understood each other perfectly. We conclude that sleep was all we could do, so we had every intention to repeat all the itinerary and return to our country. Seriously, we wanted to return, at which time the exchange of one country by another unknown was not worth the effort.
The following day we had already planned many activities from Colombia. We were going to get the NAS, we were going to take the Carte Soleil, which opened the joint account, which clearly call home. Before I tell you that follow us here we are supporting two organizations: Stratégie Carrière and the Service d'accueil aux nouveaux Immigrants ( SANA).
Well then to continue the story, all that we had planned could not be done. Our "agent de Liaison" We called the hostel. That if we wanted to know the city. Of course! The mood was not for us males at the time. Desperately needed human contact. An hour later I was in the hostel waiting with a smile from ear to ear. We got the car and did our first tour. To start, we took the park Champlain, then to the port, then the Museum of the Ursulines and the College Saint-Joseph.
This is the port of Trois-Rivières, on the river Saint-Laurent. Then best of all: He took us to SANA. And guess what? The director is Colombian! YES! And to add insult to injury is a fan of Cali as my love. Speak English to him was an immediate relief to your little heart. We told the story of the coming Super previous day ... And he died of laughter (Colombian typical reaction, making the tragedy a comedy). Scolding a means for our Liaison officer. SANA's send someone to look for people who come to the city as it is normal to feel enguayabados, worn and sad as we feel that day. In our case, someone forgot to notify the SANA our triumphant arrival Trois-Rivières.
Don Ivan (this is called the director) has told us a little encimita and trying to summarize a bit, his life in this city, has established nine years here. Don Ivan gives her one phrase to keep in your memory and especially to warm hearts cold as ours. Something we said this morning was: This is the place to turn their dreams into reality. This is a country to reap the fruits of their labor. Man did not tell one a Colombian nearly a decade in this city is to brighten up a cactus!
This is for you to see how a person with a little love can change the life of another. We have received much love, much love, not only Don Ivan, also many people in this city, we have practically a diabetic coma so sweet in life.
As I stretched a lot to the next story as I was that excess of affection and our facility in this city. (Again I leave the concerns of our adventures). I noticed in the post of the 770 days that would give much detail. I have wanted. I can do.
Centre-ville, Trois-Rivières, osease, the center of this city. 
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