Probably a bazillion people have used that title for a blog post, but I don't care. It's just so fitting, eh?
I've discovered that people really do use "eh" a lot in Canada. The reason I know this is because I am, in fact, in Canada. I'M IN CANADA!
It might not seem like a big deal to anyone, but here's why it's a big deal to me: I've never been outside of the U.S. before! This is my first foray into international lands. Here are my initial observations:
- Going through the border makes me a little nervous, even though I know I'm not a miscreant.
- Canada doesn't seem very different from the U.S., but there are little things that make everything feel not-quite-right. For example, driving along the highway feels very European, with names like Queen Elizabeth Way, Grimsby, and Brittania showing up on road signs.
- The Native American tribes in this part of the continent are very different from the tribes I learned about in my youth. They've got names like Mississauga and Neyagawa.
- Chocolate is different. It's . . . better.
- Money is a pain to deal with. So are cell phones.
- Milk is sold in bags. Yes, bags. Flimsy, not-resealable bags. Weird.
Thing I'm thankful for: that Rachel is my travel buddy. I'd flip out, if it wasn't for her!