rossing the border into Canada is like the opposite of going to Mexico. Everything looks better on their side. Back in Detroit, the buildings are abandoned and the convenient stores have bullet-proof glass in front of their counter. Windsor is all Gothic cathedrals and potted flowers by the side of the highway.

I got to Niagara Falls this morning. They weren't lying: It's big. It's so big it's hard to do anything but go, "Wow, that's big." The spray hangs in the air like smoke, and for that reason, the waterfall is actually kind of hard to see. Isn't this the most popular honeymoon destination? I can't imagine what people do, beside the $20 Imax and the $15 Maid of the Mist voyage. Planet Hollywood? Ripley's Believe It or Not? All the Best Westerns and Knights Inns advertise heart-shaped jacuzzi bathtubs. Almost as classy as Vegas. Tonight I'll be in Toronto. More aboot Canada as the opportunity presents itself, eh?

written in Niagara Falls, Ontario