A Time and a Place for Everything

So normally I don't dig on the Jack Johnson. But like on trips before, sometimes it's just the perfect thing to listen to whilst mellowing out in the morning.

Here I sit, sipping on my espresso, taking in the warm atmosphere of yet another cafe, looking out at the cold grey outside, reflecting on another great jaunt beyond our country's borders.

And all I can say is that Canadians are nice. Really fucking nice. Not to the point of being irritating, but really, really, really friendly.

It's kind of like the Jack Johnson - overwhelmingly positive, almost in a sickening way, and totally lacking edge, but somehow very welcome. Eh.