''//The nation of Canada in review: good and bad features of the locale and its inhabitants.//''
//bad:// the bearded immigration officers, ones with too much time on their hands and a deep resentment towards silliness.
//good:// a hotel doorman who seemed to represent perfectly the archetype of the doorman: unreasonably friendly at three in the morning, you trusted him entirely the minute you met him.
//bad:// the cement stairway in the park at night. it seemed, somehow, that it would be a good idea to enter, but it wasn't. it wasn't at all.
//good:// people who tell you 'thats a bike lane' as you walk, but tell you it somehow entirely differently than one might in america, a way that somehow conveys a genuine concern for the overall orderliness of the common walkways that no american would express.
//good:// tim hortons. you have yet to set foot in one, but the knowledge of its presence has provided much joy.
//good:// everyone is just a little bit more british than they should be
//neutral:// the smile on their face as you stared in awe at two fresh bowls of mac & cheese
//good:// the bright clouds as you left in the morning, barely awake