But we’re adjusting. We stopped and changed money before we crossed the border. It was great. They gave us Canadian dollars for our Greenbacks one-to-one. Suppose it will come out that even when we exchange our leftovers on the way back? Things seem to cost a little more here dollar-for-dollar. They speak a foreign tongue, but we’re mastering it. We had a chat with someone from Yellowknife in the Northwest Territories, and she said we hardly had any accent at all, eh? All the road signs are bilingual; English and French. Now we can screw up French pronunciations as we drive along instead of Spanish like we usually do in South Texas. I get to drive 100. They measure distance in kilometers. That’s not a difficult conversion for us. Kilometers to miles: about 1 to 0.6. Meters to feet: about 1 to 3. We’re even starting to think in metric instead of making every conversion. Fuel is a different matter. Gasoline only costs $1 per unit, but the unit is not gallons, it’s litres. I guess since I don’t really know the dollar-to-dollar conversion, there’s no point in taxing my brain trying to convert litres to gallons at the same time. I just watched the dollars on the pump instead of the gallons (litres). It cost us $60 to fill up the Jeep, so I think we lost a little ground on that exchange. Diesel costs less than gas. Temperature is measured in centigrade. Doesn’t matter to us. All our thermometers still read Fahrenheit. There is a weight limit posted on a bridge. 4,500 kg. What are we supposed to do with that? Does that even mean anything? And road warning signs. There are some different ones here. If you see a sign with a drawing that looks like a dead beaver, that means there is a bump coming. If you see a sign that looks like a whole family of beavers got run over, it means there is a whole rough patch of road coming up. That’s it. I think we’ve mastered everything except metric time. How do you tell time to the base ten?