My story...

I left Vancouver on April 4 2010 to live one year abroad. I arrived in London- spent a week with my cousins, headed over to Ireland to see some more cousins and tour the country, back to London for a day- and arrived in Paris on April 28th, 2010. I found an apartment and started working on May 10th. From May 2010 until February 2011 I lived the Parisian life and took advantage of living in the epicenter of the world by traveling and exploring numerous nearby countries such as: Algeria, Portugal, Switzerland, Spain, England, Ireland, Northern Ireland, the south of France, Belgium, Morocco, and South Africa.
This blog takes you into the wonderful adventures of my life with stories and pictures galore.
I was due back to Vancouver on April 1, 2011- where I took my position back after my one year leave. I flew back to Vancouver on March 27, 2011. It has been good to be back- I am so blessed as I am surrounded by such great people!!! So good to see friends and family again after 1 year!
Just because I'm back in Vancouver to what was my "normal" life... doesn't mean the adventures and blogging stop here. The adventures will continue I'm sure... so
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last updated: April 2, 2011.

Saturday 2 October 2010

Intervening

on what would have been a pick pocket.

It was a Friday evening around 7:30 and Isabelle and I were on our way out for dinner... we were at a metro station on the Champs Elysees, so obviously high tourist activity. I saw a group of young people of a certain nationality who unfortunately have been stereotyped as being pick pocketers. I said to Isabelle, this may be a neat experience... lets get on the same train as them and see if there's any action. So the doors open to the metro, we get on beside them. A couple comes on the train, clearly tourists with lots of touristy bags. They look a bit confused and glance at the map, as most tourists do and one of the girls puts her hand under her purse and slips over to the purse of the female tourist. I am staring at the happening right beside them and then get right in there and say "ATTENTION, ATTENTION" - and get their attention by staring the female tourist in the eyes... she then caught on that I was referring to the fact that was a hand almost in her bag. The young, maybe 13 year old, looked at me with rage and signaled her posse to get off the train before the doors closed... mission aborted. Before stepping off the train, she turns around and spits at me!!! Then as soon as one of the others realizes what happened, he starts spitting at me too!!! Miraculously I didn't get any on me, but my friend Isabelle got some on her face (sorry Izo). The cherry on the cake was when the French man beside me gave me the DIRTIEST look because he got a drop of spit on his sleeve; a look that said, "Thanks a lot for intervening, you made me get a trace of spit on me, next time, keep your mouth shut." haha

The tourists realized what had happened, and gave me a look of gratitude.

Thoughts:

- I would never want to be a victim of a theft, so I put myself in their shoes.

- It could have put me in harm, but I was with a friend and there were plenty of other people around.

- What goes around comes around...

- Beware of your belongings- no matter where you are in the world.

- My mom always said do 1 nice thing for someone and it will come back to you 3 times in return.

- I didn't want to have to deal with a case of stolen passports on Monday morning (hehe, how selfish of me)

1 comment:

  1. Making a London guard smile! The power of Farida!



    Yvette

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