Best Mates

It seems that Barcelona and Blogger don't get along. I can't get any pictures to load, despite trying for a few days. So I'm going to write a text-only post today. The blog equivalent of doing phoner interview on TV. Here goes:

So far, at every hostel I've been at, there have been Aussies, at least a few, generally a lot. And we always have the same conversation which goes something like this:

Me: Where you from?
Them: Australia, X City. Where you from?
Me: I'm from Toronto, Canada but really I was born in the middle of nowhere.
Them: Oh cool. I like Canadians/Canada/dated a Canadian once/worked at a ski resort/want to go soon/was there and can't wait to go back.
Me: That's cool, I like Australia. I'm going to be living there this winter, I mean your summer. I'm really excited!
Them: Oh yeah, you're going to have a great time. Canadians and Australians get along real well, I reckon. We're like best friends.
Me: Yeah we have the same sense of humour. And with every Australian I meet, we talk about how Canadians and Australians get on so well.
Them: It's because you're not Americans.

Then we drink some beer, and talk about which wild animals in our respective countries have attacked who and when. Last night it was cougars vs. sharks. Sometimes it's bears vs. jellyfish. But in terms of poisonous creatures, Australia still wins hands down.