Neil goes by the blogger moniker “bugblaster.” I am not sure of that nickname except to say maybe he’s really into bugs, or maybe an exterminator by trade. His wife just goes by her normal name. She seems to be the more thoughtful, serious blogger, but I haven’t read them long enough to make a fixed determination on that opinion.
If I am not mistaken, this was their first time in Southern California. I understand they returned home from a warm 75-80 degrees to a brisk -21 degrees and snow. Canada, eh. Kim has written of their adventures here in L.A.
I, myself, have been to Canada twice. When I was on a church sponsored mission trip to the Detroit area, we took a trip over to Windsor. Once we crossed over the big bridge into Canada, a feeling of isolation rolled over me. Here I was in an entirely new country for the first time and the U.S. – my home country – was directly south of me. Of course, that feeling of separation and isolation left me once I was informed that Windsor is really SOUTH of Detroit. Being in Canada didn’t seem as thrilling anymore.
Later, on another mission trip to New York state, we crossed over into Canada and drove to Niagara Falls on the Canadian side. I just remember how the Canadian border patrol confiscated our fruit.
I picked up some Canadian money on both trips which I have to this day. Rather than the images of famous, dead presidents (or in this case, prime ministers), Canadian money has pictures of old ladies and water fowl printed on them.
I am aware of some famous Canadians:
I have to say my wife and I were delighted to meet the Shays. I only spoke with them for about 12-15 minutes after church until Phil and Darlene whisked them away to Universal City Walk to show them a sidewalk fountain. It would had been a joy to have visited with them longer.
We also talked about other Canadian bloggers. Two of my absolute favorites are Daniel and Scott McClare, both of whom I would love to meet personally some day the Lord willing. Of course I dropped their names on the Shays as if all Canadians know each other well and hang out all the time, but I guess they live hundreds of miles from each other.
Hey, its Canada, I just figured everyone knew each other from the hockey games.