You say Pajama, I say Pyjama … you like Potato and I like Potahto, Potato, Potahto, Tomato, Tomahto … call them what you will whether it’s Pj’s, Jammies, Jim Jams or Jimmies Canadian’s have a THING for wearing clothing that I consider nightwear as daywear and out in public.
When I started this blog I had no idea what I would write about or the direction it would take however I did know that I didn’t want it to become a place where I bitched non-stop about little annoyance in my new country as I often find these differences amusing.
One of the differences I am failing to find the humour in is the milk situation. It’s freaking confusing. I just want milk, milk I can add to my cup of tea or the 8 year old can have with cereal. I want full fat, full flavoured milk. It can’t be that hard, it comes from a cow, ends up in a plastic milk bottle or if you are old school in a cardboard container with a push spout but NO not here in Canada.
A couple of weeks ago some breaking news hit the wires and I was all over it like a rash. You see I have been a little perplexed by the booze scene in Toronto and it was starting to feel like Prohibition is alive and well in Canada.
This week feeling festive we bundled up and went to the Toronto Christmas Market at the Distillery District. Continue reading “Toronto Christmas Market”
On our drive back to Toronto from Niagara Falls this week we stumbled across a huge premium label outlet shopping mall and made a stop. Clothes shopping has become an almost daily event for us because we packed so badly for our trip.
So we have arrived!!!!!