On our last night at the spa in the north of Quebec, a group of rowdy men next door to our suite was yelling and cheering well into the night. My sister, who is usually very stringent about protecting her customer rights, called reception to complain. However what they told her immediately changed her outlook.
“It’s okay”, she said happily. “These are hockey players celebrating the win of their team.”
That’s how I knew that she was now a true Canadian, and I find that very endearing.
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