Out-of-townness

As I mentioned in my last post, I recently experienced a blissful case of out-of-towness that unfortunately ended up synching perfectly with last week's terrorist activities, although I felt very few of the flight-related disturbances (glory be.) Not sure why my local airport wasn't as harried as CNN was representing all airports post-elevated warning, but I guess we're all so used to being "inconvenienced" for our "best interests" that we're actually starting to roll with the punches.

But that's not what I came here to blog about. In case you haven't noticed, I rarely delve into political and world issues, and I think it's better that way. Especially since my very good friend does it so well on her blog and I go there to get my dose daily.

I did, however, want to flaunt some luscious photos of my out-of-towness for your naked steaming eyes (as Hubby would say), in the event that you have even the most remote interest in my travels, the fine country of Canada, one million perfect hanging baskets of flowers, evidence that I have shared something with my sister in my whole life or need to rest your weary working brain but aren't able to look away from the computer lest you appear to be "slacking off".

I won't go into the gory details of each photo (even though I really, really want to), but I will say that Victoria, B.C. is an extremely beautiful and well-kept home to some of the friendliest folks I've ever encountered. I shudder to think of how they'd feel just a few hours south in the good 'ol US of A.

Are all Canadians this nice? I think I've been woefully misinformed about the true nature of our neighbors to the north. Especially since I only heard, like, two people say "Eh?" the whole time we were there and I didn't get a single, "Hoser!" from anyone. Granted, I expected that my exposure to Canadian culture was a little, say, limited, before my short adventure north, but I had no idea how much so. The rumors are true though, these people are "Real nice, yah." I'm putting this out there now, Canada is sweet.

Oh, and for the record, the "one thing I shared with my sister in my whole life" was an earbud to my iPod while we were sitting on the giant lawn at Butchart Gardens waiting for the (friggen amazing) fireworks show to begin. I believe that my mom also took a photo of this moment for the pure shock value of it.

Little known fact - Finny don't share.