What comes to my mind is a picture I saw of Pierre Trudeau once. He was paddling down one of our great rivers in that buckskin jacket with the fringes. I remember thinking how canadian it was.
I love the landscape of this country, its vastness and untouched beauty. British Columbia still has places where no humans go. Although if we don't get rid of Gordon Campbell we will probally see drilling rigs in our beautiful ocean.
I enjoy the Irian grocery down the road, learning their customs and views on life. I enjoy showing my friend from kosvo the ins and outs of living in canada. So the muticulturism of Canada and our tolerance and acceptance of others sets us apart from alot of other countries. These people with their horror stories and their appreciation of everything we take for granted reminds me how great it is to be a Canadian.