dirty feet

I'm very.. spur of the moment. Spontaneous, if you please. I don't particularily like planning things days in advance or having an itinerary. That's why last week I decided "why not go to Ottawa this weekend?" Sounds great to have a care-free week of vacation and to be able to venture over to see friends, but sometimes, I forget other promises I've made along the way. This weekend, I forgot I was supposed to have a lunch date with my dad and sister, but only remembered when I saw a voicemail from my dad on my cell. Oops.

Other than that, Ottawa was great! I saw my roommate from 5 years ago (man time goes quick!!) and Annie, before she gets hitched. I also got to take a super nice blister-inducing, sun-burning walk with Nat around a river (the Rideau... I believe) near her place. It was a chillax weekend. On the way to the river my beloved Brazil sandals from Uruguay broke. It was sad, let me tell you. So we turned around and walked back to get another pair at her house. Let's just say as much as I love being barefoot, the streets of Vanier aren't the best place to do so...