Here's how all conversations start down here:
Us: Do you speak English?
Them: Yes.
Us: Where are you from?
Them: We're from _____. (Usually England, Australia, U.S.A. or Germany)
Them: Where are you from?
Us: We're from Canada.
Them: Whereabouts in Canada?
Us: Toronto.
Them: Oh, you've got that crazy crack-smoking mayor !
Us: Yup.
Do you think that condors sit around hoping their friends will die, so that they can have dinner?
After being here for two and a half weeks now, it's becoming obvious that all food (with the possible exception of empanadas and bottled water) is better back home.
How is it possible to consistently make bread that instantly removes all moisture from your mouth? They have mastered the art here.
No one here serves rice. Never. What's up with that? It took me 50 years before I would eat rice. Now that I want it, I can't get it.
Our last hiking guide was a psychologist, today's was an architect. Maybe being a cab-driving doctor in Toronto isn't so bad after all.
What do Maple Leaf fans do when the Olympics are on?
Twice we have dropped into a cafe or restaurant, and watched the Canadian women curl on ESPN. Weird.
It's funny how quickly you can accept wearing previously-warn clothes.
Tilley underwear is indispensable when travelling.
Shaving daily is highly overrated.
I wish Joannie Rochette hadn't backtracked on her statements about Patrick Chan. She got it right the first time.
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