A Trip to Canada
The idea to visit Canada came to me on a Wednesday morning, after I realized two things simultaneously:
1. My passport had been collecting dust for four years,
2. My life had been alarmingly free of maple syrup lately.
Clearly, both issues needed urgent attention.
I booked a flight to Toronto, packed a suitcase with more sweaters than any human being reasonably needs, and told myself I was prepared. I was wrong—but in the best possible way.
**Day 1: Toronto and the Truth About Poutine**
The first thing that hit me when I stepped off the plane wasn’t the cold—it was the kindness. A woman at the airport apologized to *me* for almost bumping into *my* suitcase. I hadn’t even noticed her. I briefly wondered if I had landed in an alternate universe where courtesy grew on trees.
I dropped my bags at the hotel and went on a mission to find authentic poutine. My taxi driver insisted on taking me to a small place “only locals know about,” which usually translates to “you’ll regret it,” but this time it meant “prepare to meet the love of your life, and it’s a bowl of fries.”
The gravy was so rich it could’ve paid rent. The cheese curds squeaked with every bite, which I learned is a *good* thing, not a warning sign. After finishing, I thanked the chef with the expression of someone who had just discovered religion.
**Day 2: Niagara Falls and My Terrible Poncho**
No trip to Canada is complete without visiting Niagara Falls, so I hopped on a tour bus the next morning. Our guide was a cheerful man named Gary, the type of person who tells dad jokes proudly and loudly. Every time he said “folks,” he tipped an imaginary hat.
When we reached the falls, the thunderous roar filled the air like nature showing off. You can’t stand near that much water and not feel small, humbled, and slightly terrified.
We were handed thin plastic ponchos “designed to keep you dry.” Lies. Pure lies. My poncho was basically a decorative suggestion. Within two minutes on the boat, the mist hit me like a thousand cold kisses from an overly affectionate cloud. I looked like someone who had lost a fight with a garden hose.
But it was glorious. The falls were too powerful, too magnificent to care about a little soaking—or a lot.
**Day 3: Montreal and My Linguistic Failure**
I took the train to Montreal next, feeling adventurous and mildly proud of myself. It was a peaceful ride—until I decided to practice my rusty French on a café barista.
“Bonjour,” I began confidently, “je voudrais un… uh… le coffee. Grande.”
She blinked. “You want a big coffee?”
“Yes,” I said, relieved. “That.”
She smiled politely, the way you smile at a toddler who has just attempted long division. That was the moment I realized French would not be my superpower.
Still, Montreal charmed me instantly with its cobblestone streets, street musicians, and the unmistakable smell of pastries that seemed to float everywhere like an airborne blessing. I wandered through Old Montreal, pretending I was in a European fairytale, even though the only magical thing that happened was finding a bakery that sold almond croissants the size of small pillows.
### **Day 4: Banff and the Elk That Judged Me**
The next stop was Alberta. Banff National Park looked like someone had photoshopped reality. Mountains rose like painted backdrops, lakes glowed turquoise, and pine trees stood tall as if posing for nature magazines.
I went on a guided hike, which was mostly wonderful except for the part where an elk stared at me with the judgment of a strict school principal. I’m not sure what bothered him—perhaps my hiking boots weren’t stylish enough—but I moved along quickly just in case he was considering a performance review.
Lake Louise was so clear it reflected the world like a perfect mirror, and for a moment, I stood still, feeling like the most peaceful version of myself. There’s something about that place—something ancient, calming, and humbling.
**Day 5: Back Home, But Not Really**
By the time I flew home, I was carrying more souvenirs than my suitcase should legally hold, plus a deep craving for maple candy. But the real souvenirs were moments: the kindness of strangers, the mist of the falls, the cobblestone charm of Montreal, and that elk’s iconic glare.
Canada wasn’t just a trip—it was a reminder that the world is bigger, kinder, and more beautiful than I often remember.
And yes, I returned home with a bottle of real Canadian maple syrup. I consider it my emotional support condiment.
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