Canada, Eh?

Niagara Falls is behind me, I swear.

Niagara Falls is behind me, I swear.


Turns out, of the stereotypes associated with Canada, "eh" is the one that's not true.

But an obsession with maple syrup? Love of Tim Horton's? Kindness? Accents that make "sorry" and "about" sound like "soo-ry" and "a-boot"? 


My brief visit to Canada was everything I hoped for from the moment Danielle and I crossed the border and a McDonald's sign advertising a maple latte greeted us. While I quickly learned the stretch from Detroit to Toronto is simply the upper Midwest and we didn't see any moose, my adventure up north for Spring Break was everything I hoped for.

Favorite moment? Probably when our waitress at the most Canadian of pubs, Bar Wellington, told us "soo-ry aboot that" (sorry about that) when she forgot to refill our water while a hockey game played on the bar TV behind us. It doesn't get more Canadian than that :)


(Daily trips to Tim Hortons are high on the list, too.)

What are your favorite things about Canada?


View from the CN Tower of the lake and west side of town (where Danielle and I stayed).

View from the CN Tower of the lake and west side of town (where Danielle and I stayed).

The Third Country


I've talked a lot about dreams on this blog so far this year. 2016 is, for me, the year of dreams since so much is happening. I went to London and Paris. I'm graduating. I have endless possibilities for the next step in my life.

Things have been happening recently. One thing I'm holding on to for a while, but you should know soon. The other thing is plans for spring break, my last spring break for the foreseeable future.

I'm going to Canada.

I've dreamed of going to Canada since I was young. I don't even know why. I'm just fascinated with the country. To me, it's what the States could have been if we'd been under British rule longer or if France had a stronger presence. Just colder and nicer. (Also, Tim Hortons.)

I want to know what's up there; I want to know what it's like. When I told this to my friend Danielle, she wanted to join in. So come March, the two of us are packing up my Honda and heading north while our peers seek sunnier shores.

If you have any suggestions for things to do or see while we're in Canada, please let me know in the comments below!

Toronto, here we come.


Dear London


Dear London,

I expected to fall in love with you and your double-decked buses brightening up every street. I expected to stop and eavesdrop on conversations just to hear proper British accents dressing up even McDonald's orders. I expected to master the Tube and envy Oyster cards. I expected to feel closer to Hogwarts than I ever had.

But your true beauty, London, didn't come from these things. It came from the people, friendly but not trying to talk to you at every corner, and the history. In a way, America's history is connected to that of England. A book my Colonial Mysteries class read talks about how Roanoke is really the start of the United States' history. But does it really begin there? Does history ever really "start," or has it been here all along?


I felt comfortable walking down Kensington High Street alone, but still very American in my short black coat and Vera Bradley purse. The minute I opened my mouth people would know, if not my nationality, my continent. There is a culture here, one that history did not remain in the States 240 years ago. And I feel as if we're missing out on it.

You are one of the safest cities in the world. And yes, that requires cameras staring me down as I descended to the Tube platform. But it also means I let my purse hang free, I didn't hesitate to ask strangers for help. I felt comfortable not talking for once inside each. Something America rarely lets us do.


London, I never wanted to let go of you. I wanted to blend into the crowds on Oxford Street and live near Soho. I wanted to eat non-pub food and make jokes about Nando's. I wanted to grow up in a crisp school uniform with a matching coat and hat. I wanted to sit in your bookstores and soak in the art on the cover of each book, something drastically missing from the States' shelves.

So to the homeless man we passed everyday on the street, to the bartender who apologized for carding me, to the countless Underground workers who let me through once my card stopped working, and to the Beefeater who gave us the best tour of a historical site I've ever had: you are my London. And London, you are my city. 

And I can't wait to return.



Musings at an Airport

Finally, we're getting ready to leave for our London and Paris adventure.

This is just the first leg of our trip, but I'm already excited. In less than 24 hours, I will be in London, a city I've dreamed of visiting since I saw The Parent Trap- the one with Lindsey Lohan, of course.

When one of the twins, Hallie, first arrives in London, "There She Goes" hums away in the background while the movie pans through shots of the city. Hallie is amazed by all that she sees and I knew I wanted to see all that for myself one day. I wanted to walk on the gray streets and look right instead of left, wave to a guard in front of Buckingham Palace. 

And now, I'm about to do it. Complete another of my childhood dreams. Enter into the world of Parent Trap and see just what it's all about.