I've been here for a few days. So far, it aint bad. Some things I needed to get used to though. Not just the accents, but the lack of things I know and love. There are virtually no fast food places, and therefore, not so many fat people in Canada. There are also a lot of nice people here. I get along with Robyn's family very well. She says her mom and grandma gave her thumbs up about me while I was in another room talking to her grandpa about World War 1.

People here seem to be more educated, too. Most of my friends don't know boiling in Fahrenheit. Her dad does. He also knows all about our system, and even what it's called. Do any of you guys know what it's called? Neither do I, but he could name it. Robyn's friend is also well educated in the government of Canada and the US. Most of my friends don't know shit about electorial votes and shit. Kayla taught me how it works in Canada and it's virtually the same as in the US. They vote for their prime minister, and their votes count for their county. The county counts up the votes, figures out who won in that county, and then that county counts as so many votes. Very similar to how we use our Electorial votes with the states.

There are some other weird differences too, but I can't think of any, other than the money being pretty, the people being nicer, and there being less commercial stores. A lot of businesses around here feel family owned, you know? Small, happy, owned by nice old people. Hell, I went to three stores so far, and all of them had a comments thing, where I could write my name and address and tell them what I think of their store. It was cute.

Wildlife is freaky around here. Robyn got bit by a mosquito and she got a white bump that looked similar to a blister, surrounded by red. She says all bites do that. I got bit earlier, if mine gets like that, I'll show you guys. They can also bite through jeans. Never in my life have I been bitten through jeans.

The sky is more blue, the clouds are larger, and the air smells less like dust. It smells a lot like clean grass. When driving home from the airport, I saw tons of forests. They were just, there. No malls. No random patches of dead grass. Forests.

They don't have Starbuck's here. They have a coffee place called Tim Horton's. I might go there later and check it out. Order something nice. Thanks for reading, guys.