Someone should’ve told me how many blondes there were in Canada

I stepped off of the train from Seattle yesterday into an absolutely mad house. I didn’t figure it would be anything less here in Vancouver, but the crowds and the energy I’ve observed in Vancouver far exceed what I thought they would be. The closest comparison I can think of would be the Final Four. Except, whereas the Final Four has four teams competing with a total of 60 athletes, the Olympics have 82 nations and thousands of athletes.

Walking around downtown Vancouver, you hear random (and very frequent) outbursts of “Oh, Canada,” and the subsequent chant of “U-S-A.” So far, I’ve met people from England, Poland, Russia, Findland, Sweden, Cuba, Latvia, Kazakhstan (they’re NOT Borat fans, btw), and obviously, Canada. Across the board everyone has been tremendously friendly and personable. I think Canadians (at least here in B.C.) are very similar to west Texans in terms of their hospitality. Alright, well, I am off to see some more of downtown, and maybe try to catch some of the pavilions at Yaletown. More posts to come soon!

P.s. Someone should’ve told me how many blondes there were in Canada. Seriously.

P.s.s. People can’t get enough of the word “y’all.” I’m still trying to figure that one out.