Bummer.
This place area is one of those other garden spots in Canada (but I already knew that), as the weather is only a little wetter, and maybe 10-15 degrees cooler than where I live (it is hotter down in the areas below where my house is in San Diego, so I can say that the weather is slightly nicer here).
The main difference I notice (which I have before, and still do) is that this place has a surreal bright/colorful thing going on. There are also all these crazy Canadian flags on everything. Unlike the US, where they're pretty rare, there is a Canadian flag hanging on everything, printed on everything, flying over everything, printed on many people, sewn in people's underwear, tattooed on mentionables and unmentionables, etc, etc, etc. I'm drowning in a sea of red!
At least it's truth in labeling - white for the whitebread nature of the place and red for the socialist (commie) nature of the place. I can't disagree with truth in labeling.
Also, look out for those Crazy-Canadian Robertson screws. They're in freaking everything here! The structure portion of my room is assembled in every way I can see with them!