I’ve ventured into British Columbia, Canadia, 3 times so far this winter — and there was a lot to like, above and beyond the fact their hotel industry has realized that decaf coffee should be used instead of sawdust for dance floors.
There’s the Canadian Rockies, for instance.
And hot springs resorts with really nice robes. And incredible hockey. Even the tiny towns have terrific rinks.
But curling, I do not understand. I can see it being a fun bar game, like shuffleboard, in case your neighborhood pub has a rink, which I’m sure many in Canadia do. Or an inventive way to trick your kids into sweeping the floor. I could grab the misshapen bowling ball by the handle and slide across my kitchen floor while Her Royal Highness and Odd Number furiously swept for who knows what reason. I may actually try that. But while in BC, I became acquainted with what may be my new favorite sport, Crashed Ice.