__iagara Falls

One of our international counterparts had a terrible habit of pronouncing 'Niagara Falls' as 'Viagra Falls'. Terribly unfortunate, but it was so hilarious we all cracked up every time. I think we didn't tell him what Viagra meant for quiet some time, just to make it all the funnier. Poor sod.

But before we got there; Five Finger Lakes (or 'leaks' as Guillaume  called them) in Geneva. Star attraction in the middle of nowhere, basically.

 

Crossing the Canadian border isn't as scary as the US...and I've come to the conclusion that Canadians are just a slightly bit nicer than Americans. TRUE. My 5th floor American friend Mike told me not to go to Canada cause the people are too nice there. We passed through the border and had been teasing Torbz for the last 30 miles about his German accent, so when we crossed he got really nervous and answered the question wrong when the officer asked where we were from. He said 'Boston' and for some insane reason I piped up from the backseat stating, (this is literally what I said);

"No, that's lie."

...I think my train of thought was that you should never lie to a customs border patrol officer. And we weren't from Boston. We're international and I didn't want him to think we were trying to be tricksters. Anywho he sort of looked at us funny but we didn't get our car searched or anything, an we all laughed about it later.

Yay for Canada! Niagara Falls was amazing, but, as I said, it's the moments you remember and value the most. We were at the most amazing sight, but I remember most fondly the snowballs that the freaking Danes rolled up and piffed at us, the war we declared on Nicolai who ran around throwing snow in our hoods, and how the Vikings (Andreas and Nicolai) wanted to play a 'game' with me, which eventually involved them picking me up by my hands and feet and throwing me in snow. And then pushing me down when I tried to get back up. And repeat. It sounds all fun and games. And truth be told, it was. Canada is cold, but luckily we were able to skip across the the pub to meet classically stereotypical Canadian blokes in fur hats and watch the ice hockey. And we passed a small group of Canadian children who were totally cute in their accents and being, but according to Pierre all children - regardless of the nationality are the same; small, loud and useless.

 

After another 3 hours in the car we arrived at Toronto late, but the hostel was really nice. The best one in the US I'd say, except we were no longer in the US. After 3 months of being treated like a kid, it was nice to be able to sit down and order a glass of wine with dinner when we went out, or have a pint with our meal at lunch, or mimosas with our breakfast. (I'm kidding about the mimosas).

If I had to sum up our time in Toronto in a nutshell, I'd go with; laughter, fun, snow, cold, snuggle time (we had a lot of snuggling time with everyone on the couch). In fact, Nicolai (like a lot of things) didn't seem to understand  the concept of snuggling...sitting with your friends, under a blanket, ect. He became quite a fan.