I came across a few photos from my time in Ottawa last Thanksgiving and was reminded that I never shared these. My dear friend Moose (obviously that’s not her real time, who would name their child Moose…but then again, if Apple….) let me stay at her place and took the part of friendly Tour Guide. We spent an entire day touring Parliament Hill, eating Beaver Tails in true Canadian fashion, shopping at the local markets, and viewing exhibits at the National Art Gallery. She showed me Ottawa University and we walked around downtown. I soaked up the street musician’s rendition of Jason Mraz and the sweet smell from the corner bakery. The place bubbled with culture and I enjoyed every second of it.
constantly searching for memories in far away places.