I'm in the Great White North for the first time since 9/11. I haven't been avoiding the country; it just never worked out for me to return here.
Barney Stinson has his "get psyched" mix CD and now I have a "me and amber" playlist my husband put together last night. I know some of you may disagree, but no road trip is complete unless you hit the road to "Dancing Queen".
No snow is predicted for our destination. We encountered it in the Cleveland area. The whirling snow was reminescent (bad spelling at the moment, forgive me) of the snow dervishes in EQ but much more beautiful. Visibility was very low and we were stuck behind a salt truck on the freeway. I should have brought my tennis shoes with me. Walking around the city in snow boots is not very comfortable. Or I need to get a pair of boots that look like tennis shoes.
We made what I think is good time. Left at 9am and hit Canada about 2:30pm. Husband is at a movie right now.
I headed to Eaton where I had an Orange Julius (they always make me think of my childhood in California though I don't recall ever drinking them there) and went window shopping. I picked up two Canadian books - February by Lisa Moore and Monkey Beach by Eden Robinson. Indigo had a table of books for fantasy and science fiction lovers. There were two stacks of Spellbent by las but I didn't have my camera with me.
There is an exhibit titled "Canadian Snow Geese" by Michael Snow I was able to see at the mall.
On the way back to the hotel I stopped at Tim's and got a chili. Ate it with a Jones Cane Sugar Soda. Now I can identify the "different" taste of Mexican Coke. I wasn't sure if it was the water, the cane sugar or the bottle.
There are a few ways I know I'm not in Ohio anymore.
- There are trash and recycling bins on the streets and in the malls.
- I was charged .05 for a plastic bag at the book store.
- Instead of an Applebee's on every corner I spy an Elephant and Castle or Swiss Chalet.
- And of course, there are more Tim Horton's than Wendy's.