Taking the Province by Storm
  Nicole was profoundly marked by Cape Breton.
  And that's a good thing, as Martha Stewart would say.
 
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Nicole Bergeron
Nicole Bergeron
Q-Tips' "Caper" Award

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Storming Downtown Halifax

* Q-Tips' Tales
~ Nicole Bergeron ~ Josée Déraps ~
~ Nathalie Drouin ~ Claire Dubuc ~
~ Louise Girard ~ Lucie Grégoire ~
~ Lucie Lapierre ~ Francine Paquet ~
~ Christine Paré ~ Ada Perreault ~
~ Annie Racine ~ Guylaine Robitaille ~
~ Sonia Ruel ~ Dany St. Hilaire ~
~ Monique Venne ~

Their Instructors' Tales
~ Maria Desjardins ~ Leta L.-Malone ~
~ Maurice Michaud ~ Mary Lou O'Hara ~


About Nicole

Alias
"La grande" or Nick

Residence
Trois-Rivières

Teaching Work
English (Secondary Levels III, IV & V)

Hobbies
Reading, listening to music, snowboarding, hiking.

Best Memory of Nova Scotia
Driving along the Cabot Trail while listening to Neil Young.

Q-Tip Distinction
The "Caper" Award

...for the woman who loves Cape Breton as much as she loves Neil Young.

 

 
Nicole Bergeron
First Encounter with a Lobster
We're riding in a car in a strange city looking for a drugstore. One of us forgot her toothbrush. It's an emergency. How long can you go without a toothbrush? By the road, standing and waving its big claws is a big lobster sweating—it's about 30 degrees celcius— and wishing it was still on the bottom of the ocean. The driver stops the car in a hurry— remember it's an emergency. We almost made history. Who has ever heard of a hit and run, the victim of which being a lobster. We're really glad we missed it. This lobster actually knows where the drugstore is. So gratefully we finally head toward our destination with dreams of lobsters. Unfortunately, the end of our next encounter should not be as happy ... for the lobster.

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Treasure Hunt
Everybody knows that a bunch of us went to Cape Breton on the weekend of July 11. Some of us left on Friday morning and stopped in Port Hood for lunch. We took this opportunity to spend a couple of hours at the beach. Amazingly the water wasn't freeeezing! So even the ones who don't have high tolerance for cold water went swimming.

We also went for a walk along the beach, picking up nice colourful stones. We were pretty excited! I mean, here we were finding these really beautiful green, amber, white and blue gems. The blue ones were the rarest, so every time one of us discovered one the others were rather envious. Someone didn't even want to trade one blue for two white ones even though the white ones were almost as scarce—although not as much as the blue ones!

Our hands were full; we were proud of ourselves. However, there was this nagging thought which was confirmed when we looked more closely at our precious stones: most of them were actually pieces of glass from broken bottles. This fact was validated that evening. We ate in a nice restaurant, and this restaurant was decorated with all kinds of objects—old dishes, candlesticks, cow bells. On some shelves there were several bottles, and they were the same colour as the pieces of glass we had found at the beach.

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