parental visitation.

It has been a very hectic couple of weeks. I always wonder where the weekends go once I realize "Oh, it's Monday tomorrow, ugh." It seems like my Saturdays and Sundays are trying to dodge me, just like my sources. If I had to whine about anything, it would be how Reading Week just dashed off without even saying goodbye.

I started my week with a quick visit from my papa. Ottawa was the last stop on his business trip and I was lucky enough to spend time with my dad after almost a year of not seeing him. I picked him up from the airport early in the AM and pointed out the many little nooks and crannies of Ottawa. I think he got tired after my many exclamations of "Oh, that's where I walk to the bus" and "That's South Keys, that's where I get shampoo" and "Oh Oh! That's Carleton!"

We went on a day trip to Montreal on Tuesday. Having never been on a VIA train before I was a little too eager and woke up at 5AM to catch a 7AM train, you can't say I'm not enthusiastic. Montreal is amazing, I've only been there once before but going with my papa definitely spared my pocket a little, if you know what I mean.

We took a tour of McGill and I stared in awe of their 13 libraries. They have a museum with dinosaur bones, ancient tree stumps and mummies, I had the best time. I am a museum geek, don't pretend like you do not know this. After walking up and down the many hills of McGill, I practically jogged over to the malls.

This spontaneous act of exercise was soon intensified with my shopping bags. I must have gained at least two pounds of muscle that day. Sadly enough a layer of fat joined the muscle because we ate lunch at a Indian buffet, and I tear at the fact I have yet to find a buffet like that in Ottawa. 

The thing that surprised me most about Montreal was how strange I felt being there. I knew that I was still in Canada, but for some odd reason it felt like I was in a totally different country. I even stupidly asked "do we have to change currencies? Are you sure they take Canadian dollars?" Yes, total ditzy blonde moment, but I'm allowed a few here and there.

Heading home on the train was a little sad because I hated saying goodbye to my papa and I didn't get to hit up Lulu Lemon in Montreal. It was so great to get to hang out with my papa, but I sucked it up and bravely went home after many hugs.

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