Canada is a very, very cold place full of very friendly people. Too friendly. They make me wonder. No one can possibly be that friendly. Where does all that pent up anger or frustration go? Maybe it’s just my New York state of mind and folks from other countries are just friendly. Or maybe they’re just crazy. Anywhoo, I had a blast and am full of stories involving purple lips, crazy celsius temperatures, awesome donuts and incorrect reservations that almost led to my sleeping on the cold streets of Ontario - but luckily everything worked out well and I got a few margaritas (and my first ‘blue iceberg’) out of our random trip to Niagra Falls. I’d love to go back when they are sans glacial ice and with greenery, foliage and the waters are more blue than whitish-gray. Word of the day: Celsius
