Land of the loonies and twonies

I made it, folks. I'm back in the "land of the loonies and twonies", as a friend put it years ago when we left Budapest for Canada. So far I'm loving the fine weather, numerous good cafes, and particularly the sight of shoes lined up by the front door — a sure sign that you're in a Canadian household. No more do I need to argue with hosts before removing my footwear or attempt to cajole servicemen into baring their soles before entering my home.