Loading ...Oh Canada
When I was 22 or 23, I helped my friend Pete move from Detroit back home to Road Island. Really I was just along for the ride since at the time hadn’t yet learned to drive. Possibly I loaded some things in van or car, but really I can’t recall much aside from the fact that we drove through Canada to get to Detroit by way of Buffalo.
The only real time we spent in Canada was in Windsor the night we arrived and the only place we went to in Windsor was a strip club. Despite growing up in New York City and passing the seedy (at that time) Times Square area every day on the bus to and from school, I had never actually been to a strip club per se. It was quite an odd experience and in the perhaps three times I’ve been to one since (mainly bachelor parties), they still seem very odd places. The last time I went it was more interesting just listening to some of the off-duty strippers talk to a manager who was eating dinner at a table next to ours then it was watching the mechanical movements and plastic perfection and vacant 100-yard stares of the women on stage.
But I digress. I am sure Canada has much to offer and when I was in Seattle last year with my fiancee we almost got to Victoria, but then found out that one must actually make reservations quite a ways in advance. Next time we will definitely be more careful about that! Considering my love of traveling to foreing places, I wonder why I haven’t gone to Canada more than this once, since Toronto is only a little over an 8 hour drive and I suppose even less by train, and Montreal just a bit further…