I always feel that a place is truly defined by its food because, in the words of Cesar Chavez, “the people who give you their food, give you their heart.”
The words you never want to hear in any section of the hardware store are – “Wow, I haven’t seen one of those for a long time!”
They say good women are hard to find. So are keys, jackets, placemats and glasses.
“They” have finally approved publication of part two of this story. (In case you were wondering, I am now also allowed to confirm that the story is true, though I have been required to alter a couple of minor details for security reasons.)
If you lived all your life at the North Pole, and never saw television, would you dream in colour? Ok, so we’re not exactly at the North Pole, but here in Vancouver we’re having real trouble relating to all the reports from the folks back home about weather so hot that the chicken is roasted before it finishes crossing the road.
Have you ever wondered why Canadians don’t come to Australia? I’ve asked a few, and the answer is always the same – “snakes”. Ok, so about half also mention spiders, and some talk about sharks, but without fail – it’s snakes.
It doesn’t take long for Canada to feel just like home, especially after you get used to driving on the wrong side of the road, and of course that funny feeling in the back of your mind that you’re walking upside down on the bottom of the world.