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How To Find An Ideal Weed Cart For Your Weekend Getaway In Canada?

Are You planning to take a trip to Canada this weekend? Canada has emerged as a great vacation place for cannabis lovers. Not only is cannabis fully legal, but also finding
Weed Carts that suits one’s style has never been easier or more enjoyable. And yes, while on the journey to get one, a million questions come to mind, like what the best option is, what would suit the trip best, etc. Well, you’re in the right place because, in this article, we will discuss all the details of top-quality weed carts and how to select the best one for your weekend without running out of ideas on flavors, potency, or even brands.
What Is A Perfect Mix For A Weed Cart? Let Us Find Out!
When choosing the best weed cart for your trip, don’t just walk into a store and pick one off the shelf. Several elements, such as strength or potency, strain variety, and flavor, need to all fall into place when creating a great experience. Here’s what you need to know:
- Potency: Choose a potency level based on how sensitive you are to cannabis. For instance, consumers can try lower THC levels for an easy ride or stronger levels for more experienced users.
- Flavor Profile: There are weed carts with fruity, earthy, minty, and other flavors. Finding a flavor that suits you can greatly improve your enjoyment, as you can tailor your taste.
- Strain Selection: Would you like an energizing Sativa, a more sedating Indica, or an even Hybrid? Depending on your planned weekend, this will change how you feel, so it is important.
Exploring Weed Cart Varieties: Choose Your Vibe
Since different carts have different effects, picking the right one might prepare you for the weekend. Here’s a breakdown of strain types and what each might bring to your adventure:
1. Sativa Carts for Outdoor Enthusiasts
If you plan on being out and about over the weekend, sativa strains are great as they can be quite energizing. Most people love sativa carts because they are invigorating and can motivate a person to be more creative.
2. Indica Carts for that Delightful Escape
For those who want to completely relax, I would recommend an Indica cart without any doubts. Strains labeled Indicas are generally said to be more relaxing and weighted, ideal for winding down after a long and exhausting day.
3. Hybrid Carts for a Relaxed but Active Weekend
Hybrid strains are the in-between, providing both the euphoric high and the calming low. This strain is best used on weekends full of diverse activities. Hybrids are versatile and can be tailored in strength and previous effects making it easy to find a hybrid perfect for you.

How to Choose Good Quality Weed Carts?
Some marijuana carts are made of better quality materials than others, and it’s always a great idea to go for the best to ensure better results. This is how to select the best weed carts:
1. The Ingredients Should Be Organic
Organic weed carts are the best since many pesticides, heavy metals, and other nasty elements are not used in manufacturing these carts, which are detrimental to one’s wellness. The flavor of organic weed carts is often stronger. These types of carts are best labeled with either organic certification or third-party endorsement.
2. Proof that the Product Has Been Lab Tested
Most trustworthy brands are very transparent. They even provide QR codes you can scan to take you to lab testing reports. These reports are about transparency and show proof that the product is absent of any such contaminants and that its potency is as advertised.
3. How well the Cart Hardware is Designed and Put Together
To experience the best vape, quality hardware should be of the utmost importance. The heating components should be ceramic as these create vapor that is cleaner and the oil remains unburned. Disregard carts whose components are made of plastic as they are prone to degradation which spoils the taste.
Choosing the Right Flavor for Your Vacation
Flavoring can enhance the experience of using a vape or vaping products. You may consider the following flavor profiles depending on your preferences and the nature of the weekend getaway you intend to have:
1. Fruity Flavors for Summer Trips
If you have planned beach holidays or sunny hikes, fruity flavors like mango kush, Pineapple Express, or Strawberry Cough can be a great addition to your experience. Such flavors are usually mild and easy to make, which makes them quite suitable for outdoor activities.
2. OG Kush and Sour Diesel for Tree Huggers
For a trip centered around nature and involving a lot of time spent in the woods or the mountains, opt for OG Kush or Sour Diesel due to their earthy flavors. These carts give off a very pleasant flavor that makes you feel at home and fits the theme of your trip.
3. Lemon Haze and Peppermint Patty
Should you find yourself in urban cities or simply want something that is not too overpowering, minty or citrus flavors would be a safe option. These carts make the most sense when on a city break or in the chilly months, as they are refreshing and elegant.

Assessing the price and the value
People often emphasize price, but higher price tags should be scrutinized. Here are tips on how to find high value for your money:
- Look for Good Brands: Search for alternative brands and examine their lab analyses and reviews from other consumers. Most of the time, there appear to be two or three mid-priced, superior-quality items.
- Buy in Bulk: For those who will be away for a longer period, bulk purchases or multi-carton packs can be economical.
- Check for Promotions and Coupons: Some dispensaries may offer special offers to first-time clients on certain days. If you are going to a new place, find out in advance to avoid missing these offers.
Conclusion
Going out on a weekend has never been easier with Canada’s active cannabis culture and several high-quality weed carts for those looking to get away and have a good time. Use the cartridge that best suits you, from the strain type to the taste and strength. As long as you have the right $ product and plan things in a certain way, the weekend is poised to be filled with unforgettable moments of peace, adventure, and astonishing encounters.
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I Speak “Jew”

By MARK E. PAULL I grew up in Montreal. Born in 1956. Anglo by birth, sure. But that never quite fit. I don’t speak “Anglo” the way they mean it. My real language is Jew.
And I don’t mean Hebrew or Yiddish. I mean the language of reading the room before you enter it. The code-switching, shame-dodging, laugh-first-so-they-don’t-pounce dialect we pick up early. It’s a language built on side-eyes and timing and ten generations of tension.
I speak French—enough to make myself understood. Enough to charm a dinner table, crack a joke, get someone’s uncle to nod. I’m not fluent, but I’m fast. Doesn’t matter. In Quebec, language isn’t grammar—it’s inheritance. It’s who your grandfather cursed out in a hardware store.
To the Francophones, I’ll never be one of them. My accent betrays me before I say a word. I’m just an Anglo. And not even that, really. Because when the lens tightens, when they look closely, I’m just un Juif. Just a Jew.
And to the Anglos? Same thing. I can wear the suit, speak the Queen’s English, order the wine properly—still a Jew. Even in rooms where I “pass,” I don’t belong. I’m not invited in to be myself. I’m invited in to behave. To be safe. To not say the thing that makes the air stiff.
We’re the only people still called by our religion. No one says “Orthodox” for a Greek. No one says “Vatican” for an Italian. No one calls a Black man “Baptist” before they see his face. But “Jew”? That sticks. That’s the label. Before passport. Before language. Before hello.
I’ve mostly made peace with that. But there’s still this ache—knowing you can live your whole life in a place and never really be from there.
Let me tell you a story.
We had this block party once—the folding-table, paper-plate kind. Kids zipping by on scooters. Music low. Everyone asked to bring something from “your culture.”
The Greek guy brought lemon potatoes and lamb—felt like it came with a side of Byzantine history. The Italians brought two lasagnas—meat and veggie—with basil placed like confetti. The Vietnamese couple brought shrimp rolls that vanished before they hit the table. Even the German guy—built like a fridge—brought bratwurst and a six-pack with gothic lettering.
And then us.
My partner made Moroccan fish. Her grandmother’s recipe. Red with tomatoes, garlic, cumin. Studded with olives and preserved lemon. I brought a bottle of white wine. Dry. Crisp. From the Golan Heights. Not Manischewitz. Not even close.
We laid it out. Someone leaned over: “Moroccan? But I thought you were Jewish.”
We smiled. “We are.”
Then: “So… where’s the brisket? Isn’t Jewish wine supposed to be sweet?”
That’s when it hits you. No matter how long you’ve lived here, how many snowstorms you’ve shoveled through, you’re still explaining yourself. Still translating your presence.
Because they don’t know. They don’t know Jews came from everywhere. That “Jewish” isn’t one dish—it’s a whole map. That we had Jews in Morocco before there was even a France. That some of us grew up on kreplach, some on kefta. That some of our mothers sang in Yiddish, others in Arabic, and some in both—depending on who was knocking.
They don’t know. And worse—they don’t ask.
And that’s the part that gets you. Not the slurs. Not the graffiti. Not even the occasional muttered cliché. It’s the blankness. The shrug. The image they already have of you that’s built out of dreidels and sitcoms.
“Jewish” as nostalgic. As novelty. Something they saw once on a bagel.
Sometimes, when those questions come, I float. One version of me walks out. Another turns into a mouse. One turns into a Frisbee. Just gone. Not mad. Just tired.
Because being a Jew isn’t cute. It’s not nostalgic.
It’s ancient.
Before Montreal.
Before France.
Before Poland. Before Spain.
Before pogroms.
Before ghettos.
Before Hitler.
Before even the word Europe.
We were there.
Go back to the 5th century. 2nd century.
Go back to Jesus—our kid, by the way.
Go further—Babylon. Persia.
Keep going—Temple. Exile. Wandering.
And still, after all that, I’m at a table in Quebec explaining why our fish has cumin in it.
It’s almost funny. If it didn’t wear you down a little.
I’m not looking for pity. This isn’t a complaint.
I’m proud. I know what I carry. I walk into any room with five thousand years behind me. I come from people who kept the lights on through every kind of darkness—and laughed through it, too.
But sometimes, I just wish I didn’t have to explain so much.
All I want is to put down my dish…
…and hear someone say:
“That smells amazing. Tell me the story.”
That’s all.
Mark E. Paull, C.A.C. is a Certified ADHD Coach – IPHM, CMA, IIC&M, CPD Certified
Writer | Lived-Experience Advocate | Type 1 Diabetic since 1967
He has been published in:
The New York Times, The Globe and Mail, Folklife Magazine, Times of Israel, CHADD’s Attention Magazine, The Good Men Project
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At 104, Besse Gurevich last original resident of Shaftesbury Park Retirement Residence

By MYRON LOVE At 104, Besse Gurevich is the last of the original residents of Shaftesbury Park Retirement Residence. She may also be the oldest member of our Jewish community.
Although her vision and her hearing have diminished considerably, her mind and memory are still intact. A few weeks back, this writer sat down with her in her suite as she recalled a life filled with highs and lows and her many contributions to her community, both in Winnipeg and Fort William before that.
The daughter of Jack and Rebecca Avit, her life’s journey began in 1921 in a home on Carlton Street near Ellice Avenue, near her father’s furniture store. He later operated a cap factory.
When she was ten, the family – she had two brothers and a sister – moved to Manitoba Avenue in the old North End. “My father had put a deposit down on a house on Scotia,” she recalls. “But my parents didn’t feel that the neighbourhood was Jewish enough.”
Her schooling included Peretz School and, like so many of her generation, St. John’s Tech (as it was known back then.) “I was actually supposed to be going to Isaac Newton for high school,” she says. We were living on the wrong side of the tracks for St. John’s. After one day at Isaac Newton, I found a way to transfer to St. John’s.”
In 1940, 19-year-old Bessie Avit married Jack Gurevich, a young man from Fort William. The wedding was marred though, by the sudden, untimely passing of her father.
Following the wedding, Besse moved with her new husband to Fort William where Jack Gurevich worked in retail clothing sales. “We lived in Fort William for 20 years,” she says. “Our three children (Judy, Richard and Howard) were born there.”
She recalls that there were about 200 Jewish families – including her sister and one of her brothers for some years – in town, during the time she lived there. “We were very well known in the community,” she recalls. “I was involved in everything.”
Her community activism continued after the family’s return to her home town. While Jack went to work as a salesman for Western Glove Works, Besse became an indefatigable community volunteer. At one time or another, she served as vice-president of ORT, Hadassah and National Council of Jewish Women in Winnipeg. She was also a long time B’nai Brith member.
In the business world, the highlight of her career was the building of Linden Woods. “I became involved in real estate development for a time,” she recalls. “I was hired by Genstar to develop Linden Woods. The company estimated that it would take about 20 years to complete. I got it done in two.”
She also taught hair dressing for a while. “I worked with many young Jewish brides,” she says.
Recent years have not been kind to Besse Gurevich. Her beloved husband, Jack, died in 2016 – after almost 65 years of marriage. Older son, Richard, passed away in Vancouver in 2018 and, most recently –six months ago – younger son, Howard, followed. She notes that there were 200 mourners at Howard’s funeral.
(Howard Gurevich was in marketing for many years before turning his talents to the art world. In recent years, he was best known for Gurevich Fine Art in the Exchange District and his support of local artists.)
Besse Gurevich celebrated her 100th birthday – which took place at the height of the Covid shutdown – quietly.
While she used to enjoy reading. she is unable to do so any more. She can still listen to television.
And while she has few family members to visit her any more, she does have a group of friends interesting enough from the local theatre scene. For many years, she was a close friend of the late Doreen Brownstone, one of the leading figures in theatre in Winnipeg for more than half a century. Besse became part of the group that would visit Doreen every week and, since Doreen passed on three years ago, the members of the group have continued to visit Besse on a weekly basis.
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Winnipeg author’s first novel gripping tale of romance, action and intrigue, set in 15th century Spain and Morocco

By MYRON LOVE “The Chronos of Andalucia”, a novel just released by first-time author Merom Toledano, is a historical romance set in late 15th century Spain and Morocco, filled with passion, action, intrigue, unexpected twists and turns – and, of course, with the requirement of any medieval story – a quest.
The easy-to-read, 190 page book follows the adventures of Catalina, a young woman living by her wits on the streets of Granada in the year 1487, (just after the Christian armies of Ferdinand and Isabella had recaptured all of Spain from the Moors) – while trying to evade the agents of the Inquisition, who had murdered her Jewish mother and Christian father 10 years earlier. She was left with an insatiable desire to learn about astronomy, along with a mysterious map and an astrolabe (an instrument formerly used to make astronomical measurements) – the importance of which will only be unveiled if she can get to the city of Tangier in Morocco.
Early on, there is a reference to Abraham Zacuto, a prominent Spanish rabbi famed for his knowledge of astronomy and astrology.
The action begins when she has a casual interaction with a former Spanish soldier, Diego. When the forces of the Inquisition approach, she flees with the soldier – who is also her love interest – and who helps her to escape. They turn for help to a childhood friend of Catalina’s – Roberta, a nun, who helps them on their perilous journey to Tangier – a journey that includes being captured by pirates, surviving a shipwreck, being separated for a long period of time and, of course, finding each other again and realizing the success of their joint quest.
In his writing, the author paints vivid word pictures of the different characters and beautifully invokes the colour, sights, sounds and scents of the time and the places.
What I found truly remarkable about the writing of “The Chronos of Andalucia” is that English is not Merom Toledano’s first language. The Israeli-born author – he grew up near Haifa – came to Winnipeg with his young family just eight years ago.
“I have had this book in mind for several years now,” says the satellite engineer whose working career takes him to many different parts of the world.
He notes that he has always felt a connection to Spain, Spanish music and literature – a reflection of his family’s modern origins in that country. His great-grandparents, he relates, lived in Toledo – hence the family name, Toledano. His parents lived in Meknes in Morocco while his father attended university in Tangier before making aliyah.
Toledano just published “The Chronos of Andalucia” in April on Amazon. He reports that the book – which is available here at McNally Robinson – has been selling well –close to 100 copies – with orders coming from a bookstore chain in England, a bookstore in Denmark, and one in Italy.
“I have had between 30 and 40 positive reviews so far,” he reports.
Toledano adds that he envisages “The Chronos of Andalucia” to be the first in a series – a la the writer Danielle Steele. He is already working on a sequel – which is hinted at the end of “The Chronos” and, he reports, he is establishing his own independent publishing operation.