Yesterday we went to the Wolfville Farmer's Market and I was wearing an American University shirt. I was eating my spinach and feta cheese empanada when I heard some call out "Do you go to American University?" First, I was shocked that someone in Canada had heard of AU, because I've had this conversation about a thousand times at Acadia:
Canadian: What year are you?
Me: I'm a third year, but I'm here on exchange.
C: Awesome, where are you on exchange from?
Me: American University.
C: No, I know that, but what is the name of your university?
Me: It's The American University, that's the name.
C: Oh, that's weird.
So when someone knew of AU I was very excited! Turns out that the guy that called over to me had taught economics at AU, Ithaca College (where my brother graduated from), and Acadia. Talk about a small world! He is now retired and selling house plants at the Wolfville Farmer's Market.
I should get back to work, but here are some photographs when I took a walk down to the harbour yesterday afternoon. It wasn't even low tide in the Bay, and the harbour was completely empty.
1 comment:
Hahaha, you're conversations with the Canadians sound a lot like those I have with people from Europe when I tell them I go to school in Arkansas. They usually look at me blankly (because its not NY, CA, or even PA) and then I say "Arkansas is northeast of Texas" and about half the time they get it and the other half the go "Ahh, its in north Texas!"... at which point we have to start all over again!
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