It’s no secret that I’m going abroad for a year, exact date to be determined, but looking at end of March.
Naturally I needed to make an Ottawa bucket list to try and accomplish the most Canadian and most fun things our fair city has to offer.
Leaving also means some pretty hard goodbyes are in my near future, some nearer than I’d like. A few of the closest people in my life live in Toronto and because of dog-sitting duties in February and the almost certain fact that I’ll have a million and thirteen things to do in March, that left January to make my first round of arrivadercis. This lead to two bucket list checkmarks:
1) One more trip to Toronto, obviously
2) Flying Porter and eating the free cookies
All I ever heard about when it came to trans-Canada travel is how amazing Porter is. The service. The private lounge. The uniforms the flight attendants wear (made by Joe Mimran of Joe fresh I think? Or his wife? I’m too lazy to confirm this detail and also in flight so can’t internet). The cookies.
Being someone that maybe took too many liberties in my early-20’s and would rather spend any spare dollars on food, I usually took the Greyhound to Toronto. I don’t necessarily hate it, but I definitely don’t love it. Does anyone? Someone had their head cut off on a Greyhound.
A month or so back when Airmiles announced that everyone’s points would be expiring (which has since been changed if you haven’t heard) I checked to see how many I had, thinking I’d spend them on some useless appliance that I’d have on the counter for a few days before storing it in the deepest, darkest part of my parents’ basement. To my pleasant surprise, the last nine years of collecting had paid off and I had enough miles to get me to Toronto. And not just on a regular flight, but a Porter flight.
So today I got to start my morning leading a spin class with some of my most favourite people in the world and now here I am, sitting in my window seat (with no one next to me!), staring down at our snowy landscape, with a full belly of cookies, enjoying some light turbulence. And the well-dressed flight attendants are passing out apple chips and OJ. The only bad thing to happen was security making me throw out my dry shampoo.
I have four days in Toronto with a somewhat full itinerary: trying out the new Pure Yoga, taking a spin class at Spokehaus, eating sweet potato fries at Fresh, and skating in front of the Toronto sign, to name a few.
Have a fabulous weekend everyone! I certainly will ~