Playing Goose Game in Canada has kindled a feeling of kinship for our national geese. There's nothing quite like scaring a school-boy into a telephone booth while listening to the honks of your national emblem migrating down to terrorise your American neighbors.
Honk honk, my friends. Honk Honk.
In montreal for RLDM 2019
Edmonton International Airport → Montréal–Pierre Elliott Trudeau International Airport
How I can tell that I'm in Canada: There's a lumberjack competition on the quad.
Is it strange that I woke up to a torrent of Trudeau text messages from international friends?
There's a whiff of maple syrup in the air. I'm not sure if it's a weird form of pathetic fallacy or not.
We just did the wave at the dinner table for the Canadian soccer team. #fifa