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Book Club Friends is 100% Canadian 🇨🇦
Book Club Friends is 100% Canadian 🇨🇦
As a Canadian, I can say that this is very true and I have experienced this many times! Beware what you might encounter when you come here to visit!
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I have encountered the most welcoming people in every visit to Canada. This photo, however, reminds me of a visit to Montreal and Quebec City in March. I remember snow in amounts I had never seen and a ferry ride across the St. Lawrence that could have inspired the description in “Bury Your Dead.”
Living in Northern Illinois I have experienced this type of weather almost every winter. One winter we had so much snow we only taught school for 10 days in January. One woman reported her VW stolen only to find it when the snow melted in the spring. We actually had three inches of snow last week. Totally covered by lunch and gone by dinner. Here we have lotteries as to how many times we’ll change our clothes in one day! Stay safe!!!
Even here is Missouri, we have had some monster snows. I remember driving home from work one day in ten inches of snow; everyone had been sent home earlier, but several of us had not been notified of that fact. There was a car that followed me as I crept along and going through red lights when there was no traffic. I was afraid that if I stopped, I would not be able to start again. I felt that that car behind me was a guardian angel because there was literally no one else on the road.