As a kid, I always had this vision that the USA was the shit. It had everything: famous people, colourful brands, cool towns, cool town names (come on: Seattle? Nashville? Kalamazoo!?)
To me, it seemed to be the hub of all things "hip"; the country of freedom and independence; the place with collectable car licence plates!
After crossing the border into Ontario, all these things still lingered in the back of my mind. Heck, some of them still do (mainly the town names and licence plate things, but that's just me).
However, after some discussion with Robin's grandparents' friend's daughter, this beautiful country really does have the best of both worlds.
Most noticably, the beautiful scenery that surrounds you wherever you are in Canada. From the moment I crossed the border on the bus into the city of Windsor. The city is clean, and there are trees - lots and lots of trees.
We were picked up by Ann, who is absolutely wonderful in every possible way. Driven to our temporary home for six days, I felt so relieved to be in familiar company. I had met Ann previously when she visited England, where I was branded as "shy". She offered us a basement room with a bathroom, a computer and plenty of privacy.
Over the next few days, we were carted around in luxury (a car) to Niagara Falls, Toronto and the hidden gems of southern Ontario. Never did I think that the United States modest neighbours would sway me into falling in love.
Robin and I both agreed that we would return after university - but only just. If Ann had offered us a permanent home in Windsor, I think we would have jumped at the chance.
O Canada, our home and native land!
Our True North strong and free!
