Everyone has a place in the world where they feel completely relaxed and at ease or a place where they know they are not going to be judged. For me Canada is that place. With every intake of cool Canadian air and all the cultures I experienced while there, I grew to appreciate Canada for being an extremely nonjudgmental country where the summer weather is to die for and the people are exceptionally generous. Stepping off the plane, I could feel the cool summer air making its way to my lungs. It was a drastic change from the hot, humid air I am used to breathing living in Southeast Texas. It was quite refreshing to not break a sweat right when I step out of the door or to feel that I needed to shower right when I stepped outside. The weather which I am accustomed to makes me feel sticky, and the heat takes a toll on the body after a couple hours outside. The air was so crisp and clean that it actually made sense to go outside and get some fresh air. It was such a cleansing breath that when I exhaled, I felt so rejuvenated and ready for the adventures in store for the day. The sky was clear and sunny, and there was not a single cloud in the sky or a single hint of fog or pollution. The sky itself could have been in a dream because it was so exceptionally beautiful. It was the perfect weather to be the ultimate tourist and sightsee all of the things Canada had to offer. Between a whole new language and all the different cultures present, it was like a whole new world. In Montreal hardly anyone spoke English. The natives mostly spoke French or very broken English. It was like communicating with a toddler, neither of us knew what the other was saying, so we basically had to use hand signals and Basic English to communicate the entire time we were there. Though the majority of Canadians in Montreal spoke French and the French influence was evident, there was a strong Italian and Asian influence in the cuisine. There were a bunch of vegetables and pasta in all the dishes, and the taste of most of the dishes was sweet and tangy. In each of the three cities we visited, there was a Chinatown and Little Italy each with its own little boutiques and restaurants to shop and eat. Just walking through the streets was enough to get a feel of what it was like to actually be in each