Well here we are back in The Great White North. It felt like planes, trains and automobiles, after a 1.5 hour Tube ride to Heathrow, a 2 hour flight to Milan, a 2 hour stopover, a 9 hour flight to Toronto, then a cab ride to my mom’s. At least there was snow to greet us at the airport.

HG said it was nice to see that we hadn’t changed, but that eventually we’d start looking more “European”. I was wondering exactly what constitutes looking “more European”. At all the sun spots we’ve visited we’ve always been surrounded by a number of Germans, French and Italians, and the two things we’ve noticed to be in common are cigarettes and Speedos. Well if that's what it takes I suppose I'll have to remain proudly Canadian! For now I guess we'll just jolly well work on the accent, yeah?

Hope everyone has a happy, calorie-free Christmas surrounded by friends and family. Check out Peter's newly launched website for a message on "Rags to Riches" and the real meaning of Christmas. Joyeux Noël!