Love of the Sport!

A year ago, I discovered a sport that changed my life: Rugby!

I got a new family!
People who trusts you and whom you trust, no matter what.
People who are always there for you.

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Brothers! Sisters! And a lot of friends!

A contact sport, a fighting sport, a sport that unites.

1 juin 2013-1-33The famous scrum where 16 players collide and fight to gain the ball!

I will always be grateful for the opportunity that I got by joining my club.

Here are a few pictures!

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A men’s lineout!

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One of our men’s team! Aren’t they handsome?



Our worst demons are not always what they seem. Most of the time, you will find them inside yourself: fear; stupidity; arrogance; hate.

(Tag in abandoned restaurant, Jaco, Costa-Rica)

The only thing you can do is accept that you are not perfect and that you make mistakes, like everyone else. Learn from them, but be conscious that they do not define you.

Ask forgiveness from others, but first of all, from yourself, even if it is the hardest thing to do.

Do not be afraid to live and smile!

It all started with a “No”

This is not a love story.
This is not sad.

The beginning of this story is not very important, I was in Costa-Rica and I met a guy…

The real story begins when he answered “No”.

The question had been: “Do you want me to leave you alone?”
Sounds weird, I know. For the past two hours, I had been standing beside him, watching over him. A long, tiring night but I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world, except maybe less rum!

At the same time, it was one of the worst night. There was nothing I could do to help him, except be there. I barely knew him but already I considered him as a friend, and therefore, I cared. Is it weird to care about someone you just met?  Still, I cared about him and it hurt me to see him like that. I felt so powerless, so useless.

Then I asked the question and he answered. It was so deep, so confident that I could not move. I stayed.

We talked. He couldn’t understand why I stayed with him, the guy I met three days ago. And I couldn’t explain it.

In the few times that we had talked before, he had shown an incredible intelligence. He knew and understood stuff that I can only dream of comprehending, but he was never showy or haughty. He simply had ideals and defended them. He got talking with this one other guy, a very cute American, and they were on the same page though they disagreed completely; but it was interesting to watch. They had intelligent arguments unlike some actual debates in Quebec…

Because of that, it became really easy to forget that the man in front of me was only my age. He always seemed older to me, his eyes…
The one thing that gave him away was his laugh! It was so clear and true, never grave. I couldn’t stop myself smiling when he laughed!  That and Dominique!

At 4 am, I finally went to bed with the thought that I was getting up at 7 am to go surfing.
The worst is that he got up and came surfing too. he actually did pretty well while I ended up on the beach, unable to move, completely dehydrated…

After that night, we talked a lot. About this or that.
We shared stories and for once, I felt like someone understood me entirely.

I learned that he had a girlfriend. I cannot say that I wasn’t disappointed, but I couldn’t fight it. So I backed off.

But, till the very end, he was always a gentleman, and always so caring. He could read my thoughts and emotions like no one. He seemed to know when I was feeling off just by a look.

He taught me not to be afraid of the future and to believe in myself. Sometimes, it’s all you need to succeed. It’s scary to start anew, but he gave me the strength.

I will always remember this meeting and be grateful for what he’s done for me, even if he doesn’t admit it.

This is my Thank You to him, though he might never get to read this text.

Work, work, work

The worst after coming back from vacation, for me, is actually getting up in the morning. Not that I stayed in bed during my vacation, 6h45 am surfing class!!!

It’s more on the account that leaving bed means going back to real life, while my nights are all still spent in Costa Rica!

And getting up means work. I don’t mind it, but I’m not as excited about it as I used to be. Some is good, some is bad but everything adds up and becomes really stressful.

For instance, my advisor is pushing me to write my thesis, while I have to prepare for two oral presentation, one next week, in Quebec and the other at the end of June, in Montreal for the 2012 Goldschmidt Conference. I am also writing the newsletter of my lab which is late… and update the internet site.

Finally, I am on the student organizing committee of the said conference in June. We have to take care of all the volunteers. We have to make the schedules of the 100+ volunteers accommodating their availabilities, make sure that every tasks will be done.

Also, I just miss the ambiance. For two weeks, I was going out to small soda (local restaurant) to eat with new friends, we would sometimes go out at night and party. Going surfing every morning. The heat.

Now, I have to make food for one… depressing at best. At least there’s a lot of leftovers! And instead of speaking to people, I am back alone in front of my computer screen. Good point is that I love editing, so I’m going through my old photos and I edit them with Lightroom, really nice and easy program.

Often I am caught planning my next trip! It’s so much more exciting!