I found myself at the main square again. To watch my friends play street hockey together. And trying to keep myself from being hit by any out-of-control ball that would come my way. Because remember: not everyone is as adept at playing hockey as my Canadian friends. And I assure you, not all who played today were Canadians.

I survived, however, as did everyone else involved, and so I’d say that’s good news in itself. Isn’t it?