Where am I? I am in downtown Toronto, Canada, 55 minutes in the air in a puddle-jumper from Milwaukee. Yet I also seem to be in a country of people in a mental place I could be only after accidentally ingesting three or four times my prescribed dose of meds. In roughly three hours in Canada (a bit more if we count the Air Canada flight), I feel like I haven't talked to or even seen anyone who wasn't exorbitantly friendly. If you only have the time and/or money to come here, you will feel like you are in a different place indeed. This time around, however, I have a plane to catch in several hours. But I know I'll be back soon, and often.