Unlike with the last house sitting gig in Spain, I won’t be bothering you with daily updates from Calgary. For one, I’ll spend most of the time inside because it’s rather chilly weather, albeit interrupted by some mild days. Hence, this is the time for writing, so you can expect a lot of older stories from Andalusia to Yerevan.
But I know you are curious about the cat and the house at which I will be living for the next three months.
Please meet Alice, a very beautiful, lovely and cuddly cat.
As soon as I sit down, she climbs into my lap, so I can’t get up for hours. I have deposited books next to every couch and sofa to be prepared. She also loves to watch “Fargo”.
This is the house.
This is where I go running. (The story about snow in Canada seems to have been a myth.)
And this is the sunset.
Or maybe it’s a different house because I want to protect the owners’ privacy, but you get the idea.
Canadians have crazy huge cars, often bigger than their houses. One advantage of this: with one trip to the supermarket, I could get all the stuff I need for three months.
Yes, I am seriously driving that thing. I am even thinking of making it a career.