Canadian In Cleveland

Travel posts are such a daunting task. You have to upload pictures. You have to remember things you saw. You have to filter through the unimportant details and figure out which ones to share, like the fact that the hotel water tasted funny. This is my second travel post and first one since 2014; I already can’t wait for it to be over.

Coming off of that enthusiastic introduction, let me tell you all about it!

This post will be long and I have no intention of breaking it into parts.

Grab a snack and stay a while. This is worth it! Some of you get shoutouts, which I put in bold.

First of all, I’ve never been on vacation. I don’t consider trips out of the country to be “vacation”. I don’t consider camping trips to be “vacation”. It’s a bunch of sitting in a car and/or around a fire pit for more hours than you can tolerate.

Therefore, I won’t classify this trip as a vacation. Let’s call it, “A Luxurious Weekend in Cleveland.” I’m sure no one has ever said that about Cleveland, so, you’re welcome.

The purpose of this road trip was to see the Toronto Blue Jays play two baseball games in two days. And eat.

We left on Saturday, August 20, at 10:30AM. It was myself and two friends I met at school in residence, six years ago. I was in the passenger seat. Kids call that “shotgun”.

The thing about the three of us is we’re very much alike. We can go months without seeing or talking to each other and then be thrown into a car and pick right back up where we left off. We bounce sentences and jokes off of each other as if we’re a comedy act.

Someone should’ve put a camera in the car and made a TV show out of it.

Anyways, we got to the border, sat there for forty minutes, and were finally in the USA. The land of the free and the home of the Donald!

This was my second time going to the U.S. Let me tell all of my American readers something: you have way too many billboards on the side of your highways.


Every other sign was asking me if I was hurt in a car or if I wanted to sue someone for assault. Violent much, America?



We don’t have billboards like that in Canada. (If we do, they are minimal). We just have signs telling us when a rest stop or food plaza is coming up. No one is trying to constantly sell us something while we’re in a car travelling at the speed of light down a street.

Yay, commercialism!

You want to know what you also have a lot of? American flags. They were everywhere! Every street corner. Every gas station. On the side of the highway. An American flag everywhere. There was never any confusion over which country I was in.

We have Canadian flags on display in Canada, but not at the rate at which I saw American flags.

It was nearing 1PM and we were starving. So we stopped at Olive Garden and ordered everything.

We started off with a plate of calamari to share between the three of us. We make decisions quick. All it took was for one person to say the word, “calamari” and two seconds later we decided we were ordering it.


You know what it is

If you have a problem with my captions, you can go read another blog.

For myself, I ordered fettuccine with shrimp and alfredo sauce. It came with a salad and enough breadsticks to make our empty stomachs smile.

The Salad

The Salad

Mamma Mia. The salad was delicious. There was lettuce, red onions – which are actually purple, which makes no sense – croutons, tomatoes, and cheese.

I didn’t get a picture of the breadsticks because they were gone before the camera could capture their essence.

Here is my pasta.

My Pasta.

My Pasta

By the time I got to the pasta, I was already full. Which brings me to a confession. I didn’t finish the entire plate of pasta. I had about 3/4 of it and left the rest. And by “3/4”, I mean “just a bit more than half, maybe”. Sorry, Jess.

I didn’t take the leftovers with me because, 1) We had to drive for about 3.5 more hours. 2) I never wanted to eat food again. I was that full.

Dessert didn’t happen. Not even the 7-second look of “Are we ordering dessert?” Sorry, Rebekah. 

We rolled out to the car and felt like we were going to explode.

We got in the car and felt every bump down the road and every quick step on the brakes. Our stomachs were sensitive. I felt like I needed bubble wrap between the seatbelt and my waist.

I started to doze off behind my dark sunglasses. I hadn’t slept at all the night before. It’s become a tradition for me to not sleep the night before we do these road trips. A terrible tradition. Don’t follow my habits, kids.

Let me tell you something about Interstate 90, there is nothing but trees on either side of it. It made me question why so many people are worried about deforestation. I just sat through three hours of nothing but trees. I think we can sacrifice a few here and there. We’re going to be fine. Just fine.

We arrived at La Quinta Inn at around 5:30PM. We walked into our room and the sink greeted us at the door. It had been kicked out of the washroom, which was as big as a closet. Just a toilet and tub.

Couldn’t do a jumping jack in there if you tried, it was that small.

There was artwork throughout the room. It was an Art Attack. 10 points to whoever got that reference. Here are some samples.



This next piece hung above me while I slept!

More Art!

Art’s Cousin, Arty!

We took off for Progressive Field about a half hour later.

It was jersey giveaway day to the first 12,500 fans. I didn’t get a jersey. I was disappointed. It was going to rain and I was hoping to use it as a tarp.

The first thing I noticed were the giant escalators. I told you this trip was luxurious! We don’t have escalators at our stadium in Toronto. We have ramps. A million of them. Steep ones, too. We tough it out. Our calves tough it out.

When we get to the top, we lean over a bucket and let it catch our sweat.

We hopped on the escalators and enjoyed our ride to the top.

Being an outdoor stadium, this was the view.

Condiments & Clouds!

Condiments & Clouds!

We don’t get that in Toronto. Once you’re in the Rogers Centre, you’re in. There are walls that prevent you from seeing the outside. Funny how that works.

Here we were at the top of the stadium and condiment dispensers were a railing away from getting tossed over. Amazing. Daring. Living on the edge, for sure. Very un-Canadian.

This was the view from our seat in right field, before it got dark.



And this was our view after it got dark. Drastically different! Drastically!



It was a great game, probably one of the best games I’ve ever seen in person. Just the constant back and forth on the field and the banter that took place between fans was incredible.

The stadium was sold out. At least half of the people there were cheering for the Blue Jays.

This part is important, so if you’ve been skimming, slow down.

We would cheer by screaming, “Let’s Go Blue Jays!” Cleveland fans didn’t like that we were taking over their stadium, so they proceeded to boo us. They didn’t start cheering for their own team, oh no, they went straight to the good ‘ol boooooo.

When they realized that our cheers were louder than their boos, they finally started a chant of their own. They chanted: “U-S-A, U-S-A, U-S-A”.

Listen up, Americans. I’m going to be real honest with you because some of you are my friends. As a Canadian, when Americans chant “U-S-A” at us at sporting events, we think they’re absolutely ridiculous and idiotic.

The game is between Toronto and Cleveland. Yes, we’re from Canada. But most of our team is from your country, or the Dominican Republic, or some other country. What does chanting “U-S-A” at us prove?

Are you trying to make us feel bad for not being American? Because we don’t. We’re proud to be Canadian, trust me.

Are you trying to declare that your country is better than ours? Because I can assure you, you aren’t going to sway our opinion by shouting three letters at us. You’ll just validate it.

This is not an international game! You’re not cheering for your country! You’re just making fools out of yourselves.

Yes, you can have pride in your country and I respect that, but it makes no sense to do it in this situation.

Chanting “U-S-A” at us makes absolutely no sense and I hope you stop doing it in the future. Save yourself the embarrassment. It makes you look ridiculous, petty, and unintelligent.

Again, you can love your country all you want, but chanting “U-S-A” at a sporting event, just because you’re playing a Canadian team, is ludicrous. You will never see us chanting, “Ca-na-da” at you. Ever. Why? BECAUSE IT WOULDN’T MAKE ANY SENSE.

I hope I didn’t offend anyone, and if I did, you clearly don’t understand what I was trying to say.

Back to the game. I started falling asleep. The lack of sleep, long car ride, and heavy food started catching up to me.

I stooped to a low level and bought a bottle of Aquafina water, which tasted terrible, as per usual. But it’s awful taste helped keep me alert. Also, I blinked a lot to make sure my eyes didn’t stay shut. I probably looked weird, if anyone saw me.

The Blue Jays won the game and we were told to stay in our seats to enjoy a Southern Rock Fireworks Show.

Uhhh, okay! Whatever you say!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

15 minutes of this! Maybe 20! No breaks. Just a bunch of fireworks and southern music playing in the background. Sounded like a war zone.

Happy New Year, Again!

Happy New Year, Again!

It felt really unnecessary, especially since they had to close down a road and get police officers and firefighters to supervise the entire display. But hey, whatever sends the fans home happy!

We got back to the hotel and were pretty tired, but that didn’t stop us from watching ESPN. Did you know that all they talk about is the NFL? Even though it’s the preseason, that’s all they talk about!

America, listen, there’s more to life than football. There’s baseball. There’s the Olympics. There’s hockey. Or is that a dirty word? There’s cake! Cake!? Do you guys like cake? Maybe we can get you a cake in the shape of a football to ease you into it.

Seriously, PRESEASON FOOTBALL. It’s not that important. Stop it!

We went to sleep. I had a bed. My friend had a bed. My other friend happily took the floor and all of our blankets. It worked out perfectly.

It was probably one of the best sleeps of my life. I fell asleep within two seconds and didn’t wake up until it was time to wake up. Straight through the night like an animal in hibernation.

We got up for breakfast, and for the first time since we arrived, we saw other people in the hotel. They were all wearing Toronto Blue Jays attire. What are the odds? And no one was there to chant U-S-A at us! Again, what are the odds?

I’m not big on breakfast. They had bagels, toast, waffles, and fruit. I took a banana and a cup of orange juice. Yes, the orange juice had pulp. Yes, I enjoyed every sip of it!


Interesting American concept: You grab your food and then sit at the table to eat it.

We checked out around 10:30AM and went off to find a McDonald’s before heading to the stadium. Luckily, we found one. It had couches, lamps, and chandeliers. It was the fanciest McDonald’s that Ronald could’ve ever dreamed of.

It also had a dresser full of old things you would find at your grandparent’s house.

It wasn’t 11AM, so they weren’t serving lunch yet. We left, put some gas in the car’s stomach, and went to a different Mcdonald’s.

The service at this McDonald’s was slow. The two guys ahead of us had been waiting for their food for 15 minutes. They were the only customers, until we arrived.

A bunch of patience later, we got our food, ate it, and left. A quarter-pounder meal is my bread and butter. It was fantastic. Yes, that was a reference to the bread and butter served at the hotel breakfast.

While I’m talking about food, I also want to mention that I hate American money. Well, “hate” might be a strong word. I dislike your $1 bill. I dislike it so much. They took up so much space in my wallet! Can’t you guys make a $1 coin? And make a $2 coin while you’re at it, too. We have both of those and it’s incredibly convenient.

Also, all of your bills looks the same! I think. In Canada, our money is colour-coded, so we don’t have to pause and read the numbers. It also looks nice. Colours are nice. Use colours. Sorry, colors. Sorry, Barb.

We had time to kill before the game, so we walked around to all the great landmarks in the city!

Some basketball player

Some basketball player

At this point it became clear to me that without LeBron James, Cleveland really didn’t have much. No wonder they were so mad when he left.

Having gone to the only landmark in the city, we headed to the stadium.

This was our view for the second game.



The fans around us were friendly and easy to talk to. There was a rivalry between us, but it was very respectful. It was like that the whole weekend. People in Cleveland were very welcoming and always nice to us. I can’t say a bad word about them. They treated us well.

What I’m trying to say is, they were very Canadian towards us. They were stealing our schtick.

The top of the stadium was an interesting experience. If you go all the way to the last row, the back wall is a fence. You could throw stuff through it! But it was nice to get a breeze coming in behind us all game.



And when we looked up, we saw this:

Good day, Goodyear.

Good day.

That blimp hovered above the field for about half the game. I was excited to see it. I’ve mentioned on this blog before that I haven’t seen a blimp in a long time. This almost made me shed a tear. Almost.

Fast-forward a bit…

The game was one out away from completion. For you non-baseball fans, that means the game had about two minutes left in it.

At this point, the little boy sitting next to us came back to his seat with a bowl of ice cream and a million sprinkles on top of it. I had never seen something so gutsy.

The Blue Jays lost the game, we shook hands with the fans around us, took our balls, and went home.

Oh! I should explain that “took our balls” comment. Don’t worry, it’s nothing graphic.

Before the game, we all bought a baseball from the team store that had all of the player’s signatures on it. A nice item to have as a memory for only $10.

C for Captain

C for Captain

I liked how they had my blog logo on a baseball. There were also socks with my logo on it! I felt important. It’s almost as if they knew I was coming.

I was a bit weirded out when the guy at the register asked me for my postal code. Actually, he asked me for my zip code, first, before catching himself.

He also asked me if I found everything I was looking for. I said, yes. But 20 seconds later I thought of a good comeback and wanted to say, “No. Where’s your Blue Jays section?” But it was too late.

I have bruises from kicking myself over that.

After the game, we got out of there as fast as we could and headed straight to the border.

And the Beanstalk?

…and the Beanstalk?

This is a picture from the night before. It’s one of the only things surrounding their sports arenas that isn’t a bar or restaurant (that I noticed, at least), so…uhh…stare at it?

As we were leaving the downtown area, we realized the streetlights weren’t working at most intersections. Here’s a story!

We came to a 4-way intersection. The lights weren’t working. We stopped. We treated it as if it was a 4-way stop. Unfortunately, not everyone did that. One car quickly approached the intersection with the intention of going straight through. So they did.

What they didn’t realize was that there was a pedestrian starting to cross the street. Or maybe the woman crossing the street didn’t realize there was a car coming. Either way, I witnessed this lady come within one centimetre of getting flattened by a car.

We all jumped in our seats.

She had stopped walking forward just as the car was breezing by her face. She didn’t get hit. It was scary to witness. My life flashed before my eyes for her.

We got out of there and onto the highway to head home.

Things we saw on the highway on the way home included:

1. A dead deer
2. A car crashed into a guard rail

Let’s talk about the penitentiary for a second. The inmates were outside. They were playing in the field. It was very shawshank redemption-y. Kind of spooky, too. Out of all the trees we passed on this highway, we passed by the one spot where there weren’t any. Lo and behold, there was a penitentiary, instead.

Oh America, always full of surprises.

As we approached the border, the sky got weird.

Sky 1

Weird Sky

Weird Sky's Brother

Weird Sky’s Brother

Weird Sky's Cousin

Weird Sky’s Cousin

I should be a meteorologist.

And then a rainbow came out!

Lucky Charms

Lucky Charms?

I may or may not have told the driver to stop moving the car on the highway, so I could get a still picture. He didn’t listen to me. Jerk.

And then we saw this:



Home sweet home! You know what waiting at the border is like, when you’re trying to enter your own country?

It’s like arriving to your own house, but you don’t have a key to get in, so you have to ring the doorbell and wait for a family member to wake up from their nap and slowly walk downstairs to unlock the door.

Meanwhile, you’re waiting outside with a mosquito who wants you for dinner and a movie.

It’s terrible!

Right next to the border is our old university town. And the home of a Papa John’s Pizza. None of us had eaten anything since McDonald’s that morning and, admittedly, we were still feeling the effects from Olive Garden.

But a stop at Papa John’s was a must. I hadn’t had it in almost three years and it was one of my best friends throughout university. I needed it.



We ordered a pizza for each of us and ate in the parking lot like a bunch of miscreants up  to no good. It was delicious, even though it burned my mouth.

Being back in my university town was weird, but nice. I hadn’t been there since 2013 and forgot how quiet and calm it was. Granted, it was 9:30PM on a Sunday night. But it was nice to be home, again.

I eventually arrived back at my house at midnight.

For all of you mathematicians, here: We had sat down in our seats at the ballpark at 12:30PM that afternoon, left the stadium around 4:30PM, and then sat in a car the rest of the way, only stopping for pizza and a washroom.

You do the math on how much sitting I did that day.

All in all, it was a really fun trip. We had a lot of laughs, got to see a couple of great baseball games, and the locals treated us well. In terms of having hundreds of things to do and places to go, Cleveland is definitely not Toronto, but it’s nice in it’s own way.

Would I go back? Sure.

Would I write another blog post this long? Never.

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61 Responses to Canadian In Cleveland

  1. Miriam says:

    Wow, that was epic Paul, kinda like War and Peace (not that I’ve read it). Sounds like you had a blast. 🙂
    BTW I hate to disagree with you but camping is more than just sitting in a car and around a fire pit! 🙂

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  2. Jess says:

    I forgot to mention last night that Americans will chant “U-S-A” in every situation, including baseball games containing American teams. For instance, I went to a Mets game a few months ago, and they were playing the Phillies. The fans still chanted “U-S-A”. You can’t escape it here.

    Also, there’s a different face on every bill, Paul! Of course, I’m just used to it so I can usually tell the difference immediately because of the subtle changes in design and whichever president/inventor/dead dude is on it. I tried out the coin situation in other countries and it stressed me out beyond belief. I was so used to the coins being petty change, that I was constantly losing my $1 and $2 coins. WHOOPS.

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    • Paul says:

      That’s even more ridiculous! Don’t get me started on the different face on every bill debate. Your country gets way too heated about who should be on the bill. I never stared at them long enough to even notice who’s face was on them. Coins in your country are so meaningless! We ditched the penny a few years ago. Best decision ever, except people don’t know how to round to the nearest 5 cents.

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      • Jess says:

        Hahaha I couldn’t agree more. That whole, “we need a woman on a the 20” was bizarre and I believe it fizzled out. I mean, don’t get me wrong. It would be awesome to have a woman on the bill like Queen Elizabeth, but it’s not like we INVENTED the concept. And why do we need to kick someone else off the bill? It seems silly. “Oh, how do you want to approach equality?” “We need a woman on the 20 dollar bill…” Like that even matters…

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      • Paul says:

        Haha bang on. We put the Queen on the $20 bill AND she’s on all of our coins. She runs the show and doesn’t even live here. I feel like whenever there is an issue in America, there is more talk about why there is an issue, rather than the issue itself. Like Kaepernick sitting for the national anthem has turned into his right to sit, or not sit, rather than the reason why he was sitting in the first place.

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      • Jess says:

        Hahahahah yep! We turn everything into a political issue when it doesn’t have to be. Honestly, if I saw someone sitting during the national anthem, I wouldn’t even register it in my head. I’d forget about it within two seconds haha people have too much time on their hands.

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      • Paul says:

        All he did was sit down while a 1 minute song played. LET’S RIOT!

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      • Jess says:

        “HE HATES AMERICA.” It amazes me that people actually get bent out of shape over these things haha they say America is the “land of the free” yet we criticize and punish everyone for just about anything.

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      • Paul says:

        Spoken like a true Canadian! Your national anthem is interesting, to say the least.

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      • Jess says:

        Violent. Violent. Violent. I should just become Canadian. I think it’s my calling.

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      • Paul says:

        Yes! I think it is.

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      • Jess says:

        I feel welcomed already! Does this mean I have to start liking poutine? I think not. And I prefer the fake maple syrup. Everything else though, I can deal.

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      • Paul says:

        I hate poutine, though I don’t mind fries with gravy. It’s the cheese I don’t understand. And what’s fake maple syrup?

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      • Jess says:

        Mrs. Butterworth’s Maple Syrup hahaha the diner I used to work in got a lot of French Canadians and they always demanded the real maple syrup, which was from Vermont and came in a glass bottle and cost like $5 extra. I don’t like the taste of “real” maple syrup. It’s too weird for me. Meanwhile, you can get the glorious Mrs. Butterworth’s for like $2.

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      • Paul says:

        Ohhh that’s the fake stuff. I’ve only ever had maple syrup from a bottle. This might be an issue.

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      • Jess says:

        I’ll suck it up if it’s what makes me Canadian.

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  3. “Canadians in America” is my new favorite travel genre hahaha

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  4. rebbit7 says:

    Welcome to the USA (again!). As an American, I too wonder about the things we do. Now that you mentioned it, it’s kind of ridiculous that we have so many billboards on the highway and American flags everywhere although I grew up thinking they were just commonplace. And I do find chanting “U-S-A” really annoying; you can show your love for the gamr without having to bring nationalism into it (even if it’s an international game!).

    …btw, I see that you went to Olive Garden? Its food is enough to leave me in a food coma for the rest of the day!

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  5. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again via comment, I love the way you write–long, but easy to read!

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  6. Angela says:

    I loved this Paul, I feel like I was actually there with you haha!!!
    You really hit hard with the difficulties a Canadian faces in America! We have the same problem here in Scotland when we travel to England, there’s no border control because its the same country (apparently) but they won’t accept our Scottish money….we have the same currency with the same Queens face on it! What the heck, we know when we’re not wanted haha!!!

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    • Paul says:

      What a nice compliment!
      It’s the same country and they won’t accept your money? Now that’s problematic! I think if someone has money with the Queen on it, they should be able to spend it anywhere. It’s the Queen!!

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  7. Ariel Lynn says:

    I feel you on not wanting to make a post this long again anytime soon. As it was, I had to take notes so I could write an equally long comment without forgetting everything before I got to the end. Then again, I could have probably forgotten what I wanted to write before I got to the end of a relatively short post. Or a two word post.

    I forgot where I was going with that. Off to my notes!

    “Every other sign was asking me if I was hurt in a car or if I wanted to sue someone for assault. Violent much, America?”

    That’s not fair… we’re violent AND litigious. 😉

    “Chanting “U-S-A” at us makes absolutely no sense and I hope you stop doing it in the future. Save yourself the embarrassment. It makes you look ridiculous, petty, and unintelligent.”

    Many Americans are ridiculous, petty, &/or unintelligent. But, since you’re not exposed to these type of Americans in large groups very often, it’s easy to misunderstand.

    *ducks any flying cans thrown by aforementioned Americans*

    “Interesting American concept: You grab your food and then sit at the table to eat it.”

    Do Canadians sit at a table to eat & then go get their food? I wasn’t aware taking your food to the table was a custom unique to Americans.

    “Can’t you guys make a $1 coin? And make a $2 coin while you’re at it, too. We have both of those and it’s incredibly convenient.”

    The U.S. has tried a number of $1 coins (silver dollars, Sacajawea dollars) & we tried out a $2 bill, but neither was popular & people complained about them like crazy. Now we only get $1 coins from automated machines, like at the bus/train station where you buy a ticket, where people can’t b**** & throw them & chant “U-S-A.” at employees. They can only stare in disbelief & stick 1/2 a pound of coinage into their pockets after putting a $20 in the machine for their $4 ticket.

    “We stopped. We treated it as if it was a 4-way stop. Unfortunately, not everyone did that.”

    I’m not sure if this is an American idiosyncrasy, or if I just run into loads of bad drivers in the area in which I live (dense population & loads of drivers increasing the probability of encountering them), but I’ve found most people don’t stop for stop signs. End of statement.

    “Home sweet home! You know what waiting at the border is like, when you’re trying to enter your own country?”

    I’m curious. Which took longer, crossing the border to get into the U.S. or crossing the border to get into Canada? I could see Canadians being more suspicious of people trying to leave the U.S. to get into their country (not that they would ever say so, it’s so anti-polite it might make them explode), especially considering a certain current presidential candidate inciting threats to flee north.

    That concludes this comment. Thank you for visiting our country.

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    • Paul says:

      Wow, what a comment!
      Haha that caption on the photo about getting food and sitting was a joke. I had no other ideas, so I wrote that. We get our food just like you do.
      Crossing the border took the same amount of time both ways. Sitting in the line was about 40-45 minutes. Once we got to the front it was about 2 minutes of questioning. We had a Canadian license plate and our baseball jerseys on so the guy knew we were Canadians trying to get home.
      Thanks for the comment!

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    • Paul says:

      I missed a couple of your points in my first comment.
      About the coins…a $2 bill would be terrible! The point is to try and lessen the number of bills you have to carry around. No wonder no one liked it lol. Here, if something costs $4, we hand them 2 coins and the transaction is over. Simple.
      Bad drivers are everywhere here too. It just amazed me that we were at a busy intersection, with pedestrians, and this car came flying through.

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      • Ariel Lynn says:

        You see… we don’t want to carry a ton of change around with us. Do you have to do that with your monetary situation up north? I guess I never really thought about a lot of bills being annoying (then again, unlike a lot of men, I don’t sit on my wallet). Also, I rarely carry cash. LOL

        I’m just ruminating here, & in no way condone the idiotic behavior of that driver, but, if the traffic lights were out, perhaps they didn’t even realize that it was an issue & they should slow down. But chances are even better that the person wasn’t paying attention, didn’t want to stop, & didn’t really care. I’m telling you, where I live, people see a stop sign, there about to make a turn onto a street with no stop sign & they just keep going as though they had the right of way.

        It happens so often, I slow down when I see cars approaching stop signs on connecting streets to the one I’m on, even though I don’t have a stop sign. Drivers are such crap & it’s always someone else’s fault when they hit some one. :-/

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      • Paul says:

        Yeah I think the girl crossing the street and the driver were both not paying attention to what was going on. The only coins of use to us (me) are the loonies ($1) and toonies ($2) and quarters. Dimes and nickels…meh. And we don’t have pennies. I don’t know, I just find it easier having coins than a whole stack of $1 bills. Though if I were American, I’d probably have the same perspective as you. Different worlds, I guess!


  8. ‘Merica! Ha! You nailed it. I would counter with a post about Canadians, but what would I say? Your country is so clean? You’re too dang polite? You need to cut back on the maple syrup? Yeah… I got nothin’. Glad you celebrated with pizza. PS 1 month until my marathon. I really need my motivational letter Paul. #truestory

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    • Paul says:

      The pizza was delicious! Sorry, I’ve been slacking on my letters lately. I’m moving you up the list to be ahead of Chris (he’ll understand). I want to make sure you get it with enough time to spare. There are now only 2 people ahead of you!

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  9. Barb Knowles says:

    How do you not have pennies when in NY, we get Canadian pennies mixed in with our change all the time? It’s so interesting seeing our country through the lens of a Canadian. Do we really seem that rude? And stupid? We can’t help it, because we live in the U-S-A! And thank you for the shouut ouut!
    Back to money, I’ve never understood your relationship to the Queen (I don’t think you are personally related to the Queen….wow would your life be different). It seems to me that while we haven’t been a colony in over 200 years, you guys are like 1/4 of a colony. Why is her picture on your money? What happens when she dies? Does your money become worthless until the king’s picture replaces the Queen’s?
    Next….billboards. I recently wrote a blog post about a billboard bringing me back to church. So I’m a-okay with billboards. But as one of your readers stated above, we are a litigious, money grubbing society and I’m still proud to live here.
    Your trip sounds wonderful and your descriptions are awesome.
    Side note: As I was reading your blog in front of the TV, my husband said “I love pre-season football and now football season is starting.”
    And, Pauul, I want to let you know that my two trips to CA-NA-DA have been fantastic.
    My favourite line? “My life flashed before my eyes for her.”

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    • Paul says:

      It’s only been I think 2 years since we got rid of the penny. I guess they’re stuck in your circulation forever haha. We would get American pennies, too.
      Americans weren’t rude to us! I’ll give credit for that. Stuck in their strange ways? Definitely.
      I’m willing to bet 98% of us don’t know why the Queen is on our money. Or maybe just me. No idea what happens when she dies, but I don’t think she’ll ever die so we don’t have to worry about that lol.
      Ugh, but it’s pre-season!!! It’s a bunch of players who won’t be there in 3 weeks. We don’t even get that excited about preseason hockey games, though the media tries to make us.
      And lastly, that girl would’ve been dead on impact. Terrifying.


  10. Barb Knowles says:

    I’m not a huge baseball fan (don’t hate me) and I realize that in my long comment I didn’t even mention your reason for going to Cleveland. A city I love, btw. I went to college in Ohio and my roommate was from Cleveland.

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    • Paul says:

      Haha it’s ok. This post had very little to do with baseball. We drove by a Kent State sign/building that was just off the highway. Don’t think it was the main campus (do they have a main campus?) though, maybe just a branch of the school. Enlighten me!

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      • Barb Knowles says:

        I’d have to look up Kent State to see if there are satellites. You may know the school because in the 60s, before I went to college, there was a big anti-war protest on campus and kids were shot. My grandparents didn’t want me to go to Ohio because they thought I’d be shot. Several years later. And as if Ohio, of all places, was a hotbed of political violence. I went to Ohio Wesleyan University in Delaware, Ohio. It’s about 30 minutes north of Columbus. The best 4 years of my life.

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      • Paul says:

        Oh wow. I hadn’t heard about that. I knew the name from college sports, though!

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      • Barb Knowles says:

        Of course you did. And this is what was going on while I was in high school. One of my favorite/favourite songs. http//

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  11. ddr_74 says:

    Hilarious! Thanks so much for sharing!

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  12. Barb Knowles says:

    Why didn’t that come up as a hyperlink?


  13. peckapalooza says:

    I think it’s kind of funny that you went to Cleveland and took in a ball game. Because a friend of mine, from Cleveland, recently went to Toronto to watch the Indians play the Blue Jays.

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  14. Hahaha well now you know why I’m full of surprises, cuz I am from America!! You know- we actually do have a $1 coin!! It’s just very rare… But I would totally have one of those than a bill. I have a few of those crumpled in my purse. One of these days I want to make a trip back to Canada and write a post about it. I love Canadians. Very nice people.

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