It is my considered opinion that I was once a tahitian goddess who mouthed off once too often, and as a consequence I was reborn as a Canadian. Now, I love being Canadian: universal health care, originators of peace-keeping and hockey, etc–but I hate our climate. I envy all Americans who can move to a tropical paradise, like Hawaii, and still be in their own country. Or , if air travel isn’t your bag, just jump in your car, drive due south, and find tropical weather. I live in the southernmost part of Canada, so I’ve used up what few measly options available to a Canadian to find warmer climes.
I have good friends who are snowbirds–the term used to describe Canadians who fly to Florida for the winter season. My sister is also a snowbird. I think I’d like something more permanent, although escaping winter sounds good too. Three months of summer–most of it in suffocating humidity–just ain’t cuttin’ it. I want palm trees, blinding white sand, a grass skirt around my hips and corn braids in my hair (just kidding on the hair).