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Toronto. A great city filled with the friendliest people on Earth. It didn't take me long to figure that out. It started with the flight attendants, who were like long lost friends, chatting about anything and everything, asking about me - loving my accent. Then the taxi driver, chatting about anything and everything - again, loving my accent. Then the person I'd arranged to meet to pick up my keys. She was just lovely, very chatty and helpful, giving me her phone number, should I need anything at all.
And then, when I popped into my local supermarket, the staff busied all around me making sure I found everything I needed.
Every single person I came across seemed genuinely delighted to meet me. They were full of smiles and joy and it was totally contagious. For the next we
