Spain, that is. I think I could live here, as long as there is no crippling Jamon de Serrano shortage.
Below, some shots of the Alhambra. I could live there as well, but that probably conflicts with the whole UNESCO World Heritage Site thing. Those Moors were no joke, I tell you what.
I have been to IKEA a great many times, and the most exciting thing that ever happens is when I get to the concession stand just as new cinnamon buns are coming out of the oven. Meanwhile, in Toronto, a fucking monkey in a posh winter coat was found alone wandering the Ikea.