New hostfamily!

So, I've been here for a little more than 5 hours - and it's been five brilliant hours!

My new hostparents are both very nice, and the girls, Jenna and Stephanie, are really, really awesome!
My room is similar in size and located in the basement, just off the living room with the Wii and the TV, but the space is used in a better way. Maybe it's even bigger.

But I guess I won't be here so much alone with the two girls!
They are girl scouts (Pfadfinder) and play soccer and are in French Immersion, and well, it's so much fun with them!

So, I trudged home from school - I didn't hurry, because I was afraid my hostmother would be home alone - and I was lucky, it was only Steven at home.

My coordinator Ms White came pretty quickly, and we packed all my stuff into her car. It's pretty small, but hey, everything fit!

I hugged Steven goodbye and thanked him for taking me home, and then I petted Coco one last time, before climbing into Ms White's car.
We talked on the way to the new house, and I have to say: she's so wonderfully nice.

We arrived at the new house and I realized that I had passed it every day - on my way to school.
The door was opened by a small girl (Jenna), and we were introduced.
Jenna is 10 and Stephanie is 8, and after I've checked back with them (and their parents, of course) you might even get pictures!

They helped me put everything inside, showed me the house and the rooms (my room is as big as the girls' rooms combined! :o) and then we talked to get to know each other better.

We'll go to the gym tomorrow, probably!

At the door to my room there was a nice surprise for me, made by Stephanie (I guess):

And another one on my desk!

I started unpacking, the girls helped me (a bit) and then there was dinner, but not without a dress-up by Stephanie first (I guess I can upload that picture, since she's not really visible there) in my Canada pullover and my high-heels (and yes, 2 1/2 inch count as high heels!)! :)

Then there was dinner, which was a huge thing - there are five people who want to be fed, and I'm not really used to that, but it was very nice.
After dinner, there was another surprise:
dessert!

It was such a nice gesture, I can hardly describe it!

So yeah, afterwards I finished unpacking, I couldn't find my nice shawl anywhere (the rhubarb one Mama knitted me, I don't know where I put it!) and I read with Stephanie - she has to read 20 minutes in French, so I said, I'm gonna read, too.
And she read 40 minutes - 20 quietly and 20 aloud to me.
It was all very enjoyable.

Today Term 2 started - all the grades are set back to 0 (or rather: nothing) and people like my neighbour in Spanish don't have foods, but drama technique now.
Our report cards will come sometime next week, and there is no school on Monday - Rememberance day, where we all remember the fallen soldiers from the World Wars.
Actually, it is on Sunday, so we have the ceremony at school on Friday, but since it is in the weekend, we have the Monday after free!
This is what everybody has on their clothing:

The Poppy comes from this poem by an army surgeon of WW I

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.

Auf Flanderns Feldern blüht der Mohn
Zwischen den Kreuzen, Reihe um Reihe,
Die unseren Platz markieren; und am Himmel
Fliegen die Lerchen noch immer tapfer singend
Unten zwischen den Kanonen kaum gehört.

Wir sind die Toten. Vor wenigen Tagen noch
Lebten wir, fühlten den Morgen und sahen den leuchtenden Sonnenuntergang,
Liebten und wurden geliebt, und nun liegen wir
Auf Flanderns Feldern.

Nehmt auf unseren Streit mit dem Feind:
aus sinkender Hand werfen wir Euch
Die Fackel zu, die Eure sei, sie hoch zu halten.
Brecht Ihr den Bund mit uns, die wir sterben
So werden wir nicht schlafen, obgleich Mohn wächst
Auf Flanderns Feldern.

And now I'm really, really tired. So that's it from me, good night!

For a detailed, day-on-day view, I can again only recommend Doro's blog - now also in English!

All my love from Canada,

Julia