St Paul, Minnesota.
Eh, we have 10,000 lakes as they say. It is quite pretty. Lake Superior is bomb. You don't feel like you're in Minnesota, it almost feels like an ocean somedays. We have a lot of cool state and city parks. There is a ton to do and we have the 4 seasons which I bitch about but its a nice break and gives me things to look forward to. I'd say the naturey things are best. You'd never think of Minnesota as being culturally diverse but in St Paul/Minneapolis it really kind of is. We have a ton of fun Hmong restaurants in St Paul. Where my parents live there is a huge Amish community and where I grew up there are a ton of Scandinvians so there is always some sort of fest or celebration to take part in. We are big on food too and its seems like everything you'd ever want is available from lutefisk to deep fried Snickers.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?