My trip starts on 25th June with lots of dreams and expectations for a month which is not a mere holiday in a foreign, far country, but it is, above all, the discovery of the “true life” of Canada. 
Despite an unfortunate accident in the airport (my flight is delayed by 7 hours), I arrive in Canada as happy as a lark; here, I realize how small my country is, because my first host, Curtis, considers the 3-hour journey back to his house as “a short journey” ( actually, you can cross the whole Italy in that time span).

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