Colder than people in TO?

Toronto_080131_0126.jpgIt’s a Canadian reality that if you are not from Toronto or don’t live here, odds are you hate this city. A similar situation can be found in most countries. New York, Madrid, Paris, London, São Paulo, are all the object of ambiguous feelings by Americans, Spaniards, les français, Brits, and Brazilians respectively. So the Vancouver billboard promoting a brand of beer with the words “colder than people in Toronto” was not surprising even if it annoyed a few Torontonians and allowed Vancouverites to laugh and puff their chests in self-satisfaction.

I’m not a Torontonian and Alan and I came to Toronto from the city that perhaps hates this city the most – Montreal. Montreal’s attitude towards Toronto is steeped in the complex conflict between English and French that marks this country but also in the fact that Montreal only recently lost its position as financial and cultural capital of the country to Toronto, when most of the multinational corporations’ headquarters left Quebec because of the separatist movement. Even the most level-headed Montrealer can’t avoid holding negative opinions about Toronto. When we announced to our friends that we were moving to Toronto we might as well have told them we lost a cherished family member or were diagnosed with a terminal disease. Every single one of our well-traveled, open-minded, and otherwise cheerful friends reacted in exactly the same way. “Oh no! Why?? You’re going to hate Toronto!” they exclaimed, before starting a long list of stereotypes Montrealers believe fiercely about Toronto beginning with the Coors commercial line and going on to say that Torontonians only think about money and work, they don’t know how to have fun, they only talk to you to know what you do for a living, there’s nothing to do in Toronto, everything closes early… the list goes on and invariably ended in my favourite: “Toronto is not as multicultural as Montreal”. That one always makes me laugh as it shows that either the speaker had never been to downtown Toronto or hadn’t been here in over 30 years. We usually simply nodded, pretending to agree.

Alan and I had never been to Toronto before so there was no point in arguing. Initially, even Alan had the typical Montrealer reaction when I told him I had decided to do my PhD at the University of Toronto. “I’m not going to Toronto!” Fine, I said, I’ll commute. Eventually he came around and accepted the inevitable. By that point I had convinced him to arrive with no expectations and give the city a fair chance. I didn’t know Toronto but I’ve always been suspicious of easy generalizations so I didn’t take any of what we were told seriously. I arrived in the city with the same attitude I have about any place I’ve ever lived in – an open mind and determined to like the place so I can make the best of my time here. No point in being miserable for minimum of five years we would have to spend here.

HappyEven with our positive attitude, we were pleasantly surprised. Every person with whom we interacted in our first few weeks here was welcoming and friendly. As soon as we mentioned we had just moved here, they would say “welcome to Toronto!” Granted, we live in the gay village, perhaps one of the friendliest places in town but we’ve had similar experiences hanging our in other neighbourhoods. We found that much like in most places in the world, if you are friendly and make an effort to talk to people, they will talk to you. Alan quickly got to know everybody on the subway platform on his way to work and we are on first name basis with all our neighbours and all the people that serve us in all the stores and restaurants we frequent regularly.

In time, we found that every single stereotype held about Toronto was at most, a myth. Torontonians are not just focused on money – the city has its Bay street lawyer types but it is also home to a very vibrant artistic and bohemian community. If you follow my friend JP’s blog, you’ll find that the indie music scene is quite impressive and it’s easy to watch live shows and have a lot of fun for next to nothing. Toronto’s diversity is perhaps one of its features that I will miss most when we finally leave. Alan used to get home from work full of excitement telling me he overheard people speaking Swahili on the subway. For the nature lovers, the big city of Toronto can be an oasis as well. Its green spaces and ravines make it indeed a city within a park.

The only thing we initially missed about Montreal was hearing French on a daily basis and the food culture. But as my food blog indicates, I’m slowly discovering that Toronto has much to offer in the latter regard as well. If only our Montreal friends would come to visit us so we could show them…

Meet Christie Cat

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Our friends M & W asked us if we could look after their cat while they visited family on the east coast for a couple of weeks. I immediately jumped at the opportunity since I’ve always wanted to have a cat. I could be qualified as a dog person by most accounts and I’ve only ever had dogs but I’ve always been fond of cats as well. I used to love visiting my cousin when I was a kid because she had cats; I was 8 years old but I could spend hours just petting the cat and watching it sleep. When I was 10 I used to go by the dry cleaners beneath my building every day to visit their cat. I was there first thing in the morning before I went to school (I usually waited for them to open the store) and went by in the afternoon on my way home. I would sometimes spend hours there chatting with the manager and playing with the cat. I thought I had died and gone to heaven when the cat had kittens.

I felt the same way about dogs. If you have a dog, you’ve seen kids like me. I was one of those who knock at your door and ask if they can walk your dog. Yet I never had either cats or dogs while growing up. My mom didn’t want any and she made up some excuse that we were allergic or something, which never really rang true to me since I played with all these animals in other people’s houses and never got sick from it. But whatever. I finally got a dog when I was 17. My last dog died three years ago and we haven’t replaced her for a number of reasons. I’m finishing my degree this year, we don’t really know where we’ll end up and there’s the possibility that we might go back to Spain for a year or two down the road. I cannot allow myself to get a dog if I don’t feel I’d be able to keep it. That got me started on thinking of cats. They are a bit more portable and could be quite fun to have down the road. So when M & W asked me if I wanted to take care of Christie for a couple of weeks, I said “definitely!” And it’s been great. He’s a very nice cat; very loving and playful. We were worried for a bit since we hardly knew him and he spent the entire first day under the couch. He would also meow in the middle of the night as if asking for something. But then, by the second or third day, he had settled down, relaxed and now he runs to greet us when we get home, sleep by my side on the couch, and plays with me. As most pets, he also has his idiosyncrasies.  He likes drinking water by sticking his paw in the bowl and licking it. I caught him in the act once:

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Here he is in his favourite spot on the couch:

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Now I have to ask M & W if there’s any real food snacks that I can give him. He always runs over when I open the fridge and he sticks around when I’m cooking so I wonder if they used to give him anything…