I assumed everyone grew up with a round wood game board in the back of the closet.
My Canada, 18/150: The ark of love
Core to L’Arche is the commitment to give those with intellectual disabilities a home, not just a place to live.
My Canada, 17/150: Saint Amour
Calling a restaurant catering to elegant dinners “St. Love” might seem the ultimate in kitsch. But then, everything sounds – and is – more romantic in French.
My Canada, 16/150: Upon these rocks
Maybe you’ve got a little stash of these too: rocks you’ve collected on your travels, each with a story.
My Canada, 15/150: Flying the flag
Generations of young Canadian travellers routinely sew the talisman of a small Canadian flag to their backpacks.
My Canada, 14/150: Cherished chocolate
Cacao trees cannot grow in Canada. However, chocolates made from their fruits proliferate from coast to coast.
My Canada, 13/150: Sticks on feet, poles in hands
I still have those skis – all wood, antique-looking now, the kind of thing hipsters pronounce “authentic.”
My Canada, 12/150: Parka People
Canada doesn’t have an official “costume” the way Germans have lederhosen and dirndl or Scots have kilts. But I’m puttin’ it out there: a parka comes close.
