International Day

On March 7th 2013, my school celebrated International Day. It's a day where students and parents are able to expose the countries they come from with traditional apparel, music, dance, food and other products. A lot of work goes into this celebration and it is all well worth it!

As I watched the parade of nations and I walked around checking out all the booths, it was quite evident that I loved the feel of working in an international school with people from all over the world.

In particular, there were a few special booths that caught my attention:

1. The booth from Canada. Seeing the Canadian flag, the Québec flag, hockey jerseys and Tim Hortons products made me feel at home for a short moment!

2. The cluster of booths from Latin America. Everyone knows part of my heart lies in the Spanish World. Hearing the people speak Spanish is always music to my ears!

3. The booth from Brazil. Definitely one of the best places I have ever visited. Seeing the Brazilian flag always puts a smile on my face!

4. The booth from Africa. Seeing the people in their traditional costumes reminded me so much of my students back in Canada. They are to be thanked for exposing me to the African culture I have grown to love so much!

I really enjoyed seeing people so happy and so proud of where they came from. It was truly a beautiful event that I look forward to celebrating next year!

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