The administration of my elementary school made some very very poor choices. There’s always a grade 7 trip. For years, it was to Quebec City. My sister, five years older than me, went there. For my brother, three years older, they downgraded somewhat to Ottawa. I was disappointed that they stopped doing Quebec City, but I was still excited about the idea of Ottawa. And finally, it was my turn.
They sent us here.
No, I’m not kidding. Someone along the line decided it would be a good idea to fore go teaching us about Canadian culture or history and instead stuck us in graffitied cabins with gross bathrooms and made us sing camp songs and do arts and crafts and climb ropes.
As a result, born and raised in Canada, and Ontario at that, at the age of 22, I had never seen the parliament buildings. Seriously, I got ripped off.
So, when M and I had one of his family Christmases near Ottawa, I requested a drive-by.
The teeny tiny Canadian flag on top looks kind of funny. But, there she is!
The angel watching over the soldiers on the cenataph.
We stopped once to look at Quebec.
And then, we drove around the wasted space that is the aviation museum.
Lots and lots of little planes.
Even though we kind of faked out as tourists, it was a lot of fun. JO, a friend of ours on a co-op term in Ottawa came along, and it was really good to see him and hang out again. M and I decided Ottawa is a nice city and, despite being really far away from everyone, probably preferable over the blob that is Toronto.