I'm going to be studying to become a paramedic later this year, and when I'm done I'm looking at traveling and working a country in Europe for around 6 months to a year. Now I'm a Canadian from a small town and first thing I'm wondering is what kind of jarring culture shock should I expect? The country I think I'm most likely to go to is england because the only other language I speak is French and my French is so bad they will either laugh or slap me.
Another question is, what other countries should I consider over the UK and why? And is it expensive to live in Europe ( where ever you are or recommending ?) How popular is English? Anything I should watch out for as a new comer?
I also have some questions about London especially. First off, how cheap is it to get to the rest of Europe usually? Is it expensive to live there? And how bad are the areas I don't want to live in? And will perform a ritual to sacrifice my first born to get a modest apartment in a decent area?
Another question is, what other countries should I consider over the UK and why? And is it expensive to live in Europe ( where ever you are or recommending ?) How popular is English? Anything I should watch out for as a new comer?
I also have some questions about London especially. First off, how cheap is it to get to the rest of Europe usually? Is it expensive to live there? And how bad are the areas I don't want to live in? And will perform a ritual to sacrifice my first born to get a modest apartment in a decent area?
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
