Last weekend was a long weekend here in Canada, and we took an extra day off as well, in order to have a decent amount of time to spend in Ottawa.
Ottawa, Canada’s capital city, is one of my favourite places. I was born there. I wasn’t raised there, but no matter where we lived in the world (my family moved a lot when I was little), we always came back to Ottawa. My maternal grandparents have lived there since my mother was young.
I lived with them when I did my undergraduate degree at the University of Ottawa. I made some great friends in Ottawa, through school and through work. I wish we could live there now – but I have so little French and Mark didn’t see any prospects there. Maybe one day.
It’s beautiful, it’s active, it’s family friendly. It’s good.
I’m tempted to say the best thing about this weekend was when my parents babysat so Mark and I could go and see Star Trek (awesome!). But I think the best thing of all was listening to my grandfather, who turns 90 this fall, have a very detailed conversation with my 3 year old about his British Navy uniform from the 1940’s. Even if Oliver thought he was a policeman.
I’m so glad that my children are getting to know their great-grandparents.
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