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I’m in America. It can often be strange to be in a foreign nation. I have the lovely fortune of living within driving distance of some wonderful cities, Ottawa, Montreal, Quebec City, and in the United States, there’s New York City. Not only that, I have some wonderful family who are nice enough to let me stay with them. It’s beyond lovely. I am confused by my American friends and family. Sure, you don’t know the word “toque” and you may never have tried poutine1, you might say “restroom” as if you go there to have a rest, you might pronounce sorry as “sari” which I thought is a piece… Read More »Those Wacky Foreigners