Semi-recently, my grandma came to vacation in Canada for a while. After her vacation was over, we needed to escort her back to China (because she has knee problems and doesn’t walk too well). My parents came up with the brilliant idea of sending me and my brother. See, both of us have lived most of our lives in Canada. My brother barely even understands Chinese, and I really only speak my town’s dialect. While we bumbled through our trip, we noticed some things that are distinctly different from Canada. Continue reading “Culture Shock in my Hometown”