Tabarnak! Send Our Asses 2 Canada

Why? First, Bro is currently in Quebec having a grand ol’ time. Second, I’ve recently been razzed by some random Canadian who literally claims that the entire city of Toronto hates me. Yeah, the entire city, “hates Stolie.” All this talk of Canada has made me think: I should venture north of the 49th parallel once again! This is turning out to be a North American year. In a couple of months, Mexico. After that, Canada … Oh, Canada …

Typically, American primary and secondary schooling doesn’t include lessons on Canada’s history, culture, politics, geography or anything else. I learned all that I know about Canada from my Travel Guides and Suzy, an absolutely lovely Canadian friend that lived in the same European city in which I was living. Suzy taught me that the word snatch does not mean grab. The beaver is an important animal, equally worthy of love as his other 4-legged friends. And, Ottawa is the capitol of Canada. Suzy also taught me about my own land. She said she originally thought America’s influence was so strongly felt in Canada because the two countries neighbor each other, “but you come all the way across the Atlantic,” she said, “and it’s exactly the same here. That’s scary.”

Indeed, it is.