I think we all know by now that I kind of love art museums. I lost count of how many I went to in Paris and my friend practically had to drag me out of one in Chester when, after two hours, I’d only seen the first two of five floors.
I set off about an hour later than I did on day one, due to yesterday’s post going up kind of…late? Early? Both?
Anyway, I didn’t have breakfast and reached Centre Ville around lunchtime, so I went to the second of three places I knew I wanted to eat at. I went to the bagel place on Day 1 and this day I went to a vegan/vegetarian restaurant in Old Town called Lov.
OK so I’ve got pictures on my camera of my recent adventures BUT I forgot the little cord that gets pictures from my camera to my laptop. So here are the pictures I took on my phone instead.
A strange and familiar feeling is hitting me. It’s homesickness, and the reason it’s strange is because technically, I am home.
I went to Banff this past weekend with my dad, my brother, my aunt, and my grandma. We didn’t see much of the town and we didn’t explore much of the mountains as per our usual activities when we’re in town. We spent nearly the entirety of our three-day excursion in the Fairmont Banff Springs hotel which is basically a castle in the mountains like out of a fairytale. It looks like this:
Our week in Toronto is over. In my last post I said coming to Toronto was like waking up. Well, leaving feels like dying…and going to hell.
Well, my sister and I have made it to Toronto (which you would know if you followed me on Snapchat at imiller27) and our first day was pretty chill.
Okay, so I know this is a lazy post, but at least it’s a post. Right?
After sitting around doing nothing but work or school all summer, today my dad, brother, dog, and I finally decided to get out of here, just for the day. And if you live in Calgary, there are only a few places that fall under “just for the day”. 70% of the time we end up in Banff, like today.
The best way to know a city is to visit it alone and figure out your way around and what you like or don’t like. I decided this when I went to Paris. It held true for London. My last full day of my three years in England was spent alone in this grand city. But even without anyone to explore with, I ended up packing in a lot of adventure into my precious few hours.