"Take my hands / They'll understand."

Since I'm part of the Canadian Club (Don't you just love that idea of a Canadian club? It conjures up images of all these people dressed up in heavy parkas and snow-wear, huddled around a television set watching ice hockey, sipping apple cider and eating Timbits as the soft light from the fire throws dark shadows around their igloo, untouched the relentless Arctic winds. In reality, all we do is order TimBits :D) I got this nifty little flyer in my e-mail the other night advertising a trip to...

TORONTO...

IN THE WINTER!

A tentative shiver just shot down my wimpy Asian spine. Though I understand the rationale behind the tim- hang on a second, I don't. Sure, flights are cheaper in the winter (Since only the businessmen, cheap-ass tourists, or weather-hardened CANADIANS will go to Toronto then) but seriously now? I mean, I'm all for exploring "Canadian culture" (watch this trip include a trip to a Beaver Tails stand, several Tim Hortons runs, lots of heating pads and frostbite and, horror of horrors, maybe a Justin Bieber concert) but Toronto in January might just be suicide.

Then again, a little bit of Canada would be good for the soul. After all, I do miss the clean air, ridiculously affable people, lack of crime (compared to Philadelphia at least), insanely high taxes and insane beauty of good ol' North. Perhaps I could should go then. And since it's open to non-Canadians, you should too! :D At any rate, we'll see, eh?