Hey Canada, I just wanted to say, I love you?

Hey canada. I am an American. this summer I was driving cross country and got to Seattle and was like, fuck it, Canada is just a few hours away... I've never been there... I'm gonna gun it and check it out for the night. I got there about 3 am, not knowing anything. Crossed in through BC and went up to Vancouver and slept in my car for the night.

OK well when the sun came up the next morning and Canada awoke, I also awoke to this fucking amazing country. I don't know how I fell in love with it so fast. I had a plane to catch in Seattle that day but I didn't want to leave. I just hit the highway and drove for about an hour down trans Canada 1 to a little town called HOpe. I listened to the news and felt peacefullness. It was crazy to hear the radio saying something like : "this is fun 101! For chilliwak!" holy shit I never felt so happy, just seeing the mountains.

Well I had to jet. I went back home, which is very close to Mexico. But I couldn't stop thinking of Canada. It was just special. My summer travels were supposed to be over, but I had found this amazing place and I wanted to share it. I called my mom and said... mom listen... you've never been to Canada... I know you'll love it, we're fucking going! About a month later we hoped in the car and drove up into Quebec, which took us about 3 days to get there. I fucking loved Quebec. I listened to French songs and walked around Quebec city and felt like this was a place I wanted to be. I caught a cirque de sole show and couldn't believe the enthusiasm those guys had for the city and the enthusiasm the crowd had for them. I drove on throuhg Quebec, into New Brunswick, Nova Scotia. I rode a horse in Nova Scotia, this little tiny town. I galloped, for the first time! It was amazing! I got a coin with a tiny little red maple leaf in the middle and thought it was so cool and kept freaking out making sure I hadn't lost it. In Nove Scotia I came across a guy in a tiny little town dressed in raggy clothes who owned this almost dilapitated gas station who was telling us about the Shriners and how everyone should donate to them. On the end of the Cabot Trail I found a place called Joe's Scarecrow Village in which somebody had gone ot the trouble to erect scarecrows on a plot outside a trailer, give them all clothes, nametags, and life histories. Can I just say, wow?

I didn't want to leave Canada. I loved every minute. I don't even know what it was I loved so much.

So i came back home. And now I miss it. Next summer I want to go back. I have plans to drive up to Alaska and just enjoy my time in B.C. That place just had a beauty of its own. I would love to see whats in the middle, I guess Alberta and Manitoba? I hear its beautiful close to the border there at the International Peace Park. I loved the people up in Canada, yes I met a few dicks, as you would anywhere, but generally I found Canadians relaxed and understanding. People didn't tend to yell, or get edgy, instead just spoke in a calm voice, and were very helpful. One guy gave me his parking pass out of the blue because I didn't have any money. I loved listening to the radio. There was a radio drama playing all through New Brunswick about some soldiers, "Afghanida" or something. A radio drama. Really? Fuck! That is cool!

I just wanted to say I guess, I know Americans can sometimes be dicks and make fun of Canada, but I aplogize on their behalf. I really really love your country a lot. It's a beautiful, relaxing, and nice place to be. In the states, people often act like I don't belong here because I'm a Muslim girl, even thouhg I'm born and raised here. In Canada I felt more accepted and I had only been there a few weeks. Do I think it's perfect, nah, no place is! It's just... you guys, and your country, is special, and I just wanted to say that.