Most Embarrassing Moments

My German teacher warned us against spitting into other peoples faces when pronouncing your German. But this happened when I was talking to my friend in English. I just carried on like nothing happened. I later mentioned it to my other friend. I wanted to hide my head in a hole.
I am not a great downhill skier but you would think that I would use caution when riding the chair lifts. I sat down beside my friend but obviously, I didn't sit back because when the chair lift moved. I moved too, sliding off my seat and ten feet below on my back I landed into the snow. The chair lift attendant, came too me roaring with laughter and said, "I don't mean to be rude, but that was the funniest thing I saw." I broke down laughing too and waved to my friend who was still in the chair lift.
It is a good morning at my brother's house and I just settled down for a cup of coffee when the subject of snoring was brought up. "I could hear you snoring," my brother said. "I was in the next room!" I exclaimed. The walls are paper thin, I thought to myself. "How humiliating!" I exclaimed.
I got off the Greycoach bus expecting my sister to be there waiting somewhere in front of the Royal York hotel. For an hour I paced up and down in front of the Royal York, and once in a while, I would turn the corner and check if she was there. We were just meeting to have a nice little dinner. There was no sign of her, so I tried to phone her in-laws but the operator said that the number was no longer in service. I had trouble finding the number to begin with because I am just getting used to my bifocals. I walked up to a Starbucks and used the phone beside the store. I tried the in-laws again, hoping I made a mistake but still the operator said that the line was no longer in service. I paced up and down in front of the hotel and it dawned on me to call my other sister, Lucy. I got her voice message and told her where I was and was waiting for my other sister. I waited outside again. At this point I was crying and hoping that the ground would swallow me up if I lied down like the homeless people. I had visions of my sister never finding me and then I would show up on a police report as a missing person. What felt like ten minutes became an hour and I suddenly spotted my sister. Instead of thanking my lucky stars, I ranted and raved like a lunatic. My sister was trying to calm me down and bring me back to the planet. while I was saying I was such an idiot for not having a cell phone. It would be so easy to dial her number and an hour could have been saved. But my sister brought me down to the moment and reality saying that nothing bad happened and it wasn't the end of the world. I thought of going home but we walked to a fabulous vegetarian restaurant called Fresh and had a great dinner. It seemed like my life was over missing my sister but I am glad it wasn't because I would have never have tasted the fresh food at Fresh.

Brunch, a hike and the Art Gallery

My brother John let me sleep in. "You're on holidays. You're allowed to sleep in." I liked his attitude and woke up around nine. My brother, his wife and me went to a diner in downtown Ottawa for brunch. I ordered my favorite; eggs Benedict. I usually indulge myself at home. I love making it and I love the holindase sauce. Sophie, my sister-in-law, couldn't believe that I had to add a cup of butter. That's why it tastes so good. But the dish didn't taste the same as when I mad it. I thought there was a piece of meat with the eggs but Sophie assured me that it was potatoes. I have never made eggs Benedict with potatoes but it was so good. I got the idea of making eggs Benedict from the movie, "Runaway Bride." The runaway bride preferred eggs Benedict to all the ways you can have your eggs in the morning. I usually pick up ideas from movies that I watch over and over again. For example; I love daises because the were Meg Ryan's favorite in "You've Got Mail." I use lines from movies too. John and I often refereed to the movie, "There's Something About Mary," during my trip and laughed so much about it.

The diner was stuck in the fifties and Sophie said that she went to it as a teenager but that it didn't change much. It wasn't fancy but I am used to that being on a low budget. Every month, I go out with a bunch of friends for dinner and I maintain a budget of twenty dollars. That doesn't include drinks which my friends end up buying for me if I really want to take the plunge and go all out.
We then walked to Quebec, which John said it would be about a two hour walk. "What!!!!!" I wasn't up for a two hour walk. But Sophie corrected him and said it is only about twenty minutes. We walked to "The Museum of Civilization." Just our luck; it was closed for some apparent reason. So, we hiked back and went to the art gallery which started off to be really cool. I don't know if you would classify what we were looking at as exactly art but it grabbed our attention. We saw ghost like figures in a setting be it a trailer to a house. The art had something to do with light and a camera. I couldn't figure out how this guy did it. John tried to tell me that this lady waving to us was real and I said, "it can't be." "But she just waved to us," John said. I went right up to the image and found a piece of cardboard. That proved that I was right.
The art I liked the most, was the religious paintings. I stared at them while Sophie and John went somewhere else. "Oh no!" I thought. "I've lost them." But Sophie came up to me and said that she had to do some work and would catch up with us later. I finally found John and he showed me which art he liked the best. He fooled me as he said, "that has to be a..." I was amazed until he said that he was just pulling my leg.
I admired the art gallery and when I got back to Guelph, I wanted to do some art work at home.

Trains to and from Ottawa

Nine forty five was my train connection to go to Ottawa. I wasn't nervous having traveled all the way to Vancouver. It has been a while since I was on a train. I love to watch the scenery fly by as I engage myself in a book. On the journey to Ottawa, I escaped into a fantasy realm and manage to read over a hundred pages while the train rushed by the forests, meadows and towns of southeastern Ontario. I became very thirsty, having had a coffee before boarding the train in Guelph, so I ordered a bottled water for two dollars. Wait a minute. The drinks are free on the airplane to Vancouver, so I took sips of my water, rather guzzling it down.
I had a nice girl sit beside me when the train stopped in Toronto. I didn't even have to switch trains. The train from Guelph, turned into the train to Ottawa. What luck! Traveling Ontario was easier then I thought it would be. There was a lady who was pacing up and down and saying that it was a long trip to Ottawa; more than four hours. In four hours, I could travel to Vancouver by plane but the train was meant for readers although it was funny that most people slept going to Ottawa and most people read returning to Toronto. I swear the fellow next to me was a speed reader because for every page I read, he read two. I got caught up in trying to catch up with his pace but found it was futile, so I ignored him and settled in to my book about Charles Dickens, which John, my brother purchased for me. I had trouble concentrating on it at first but managed to read one hundred and thirty pages. It was a fiction book but I wondered if Charles Dickens in real life, really acted the way he was portrayed. It was unfortunate the book said he was in a train wreck. I though for a second; being on a train and wondering with the snow, if the train would go off the tracks. I gave myself a shake and said to myself that the train is not going to crash. It is just some idiotic coincidence that the book described that.
On the way to Ottawa, the girl beside me said she was sick. She told me this news after she coughed without covering her mouth. How could she not be aware of swine flu? It's on the radio everyday; "no offense that I didn't shake your hand, I just don't want to die yet!" I was feeling rough myself and asked the snack man if he had any aspirin but he didn't. I felt better though, once I was in Ottawa. The last time I had been to Ottawa, I must have been five years old and couldn't remember anything except looking at the Parliament buildings.
Upon arriving in Fallowfield, near Ottawa, as soon as I got of I saw my brother but he said that he was at the other exit of the train and the crew said that that was all for the passengers. He became a little worried but I eventually got off the train and I saw my brother's house for the first time.