In case you didn’t think Canada was adorable enough, Santa writes back to letters he receives from Canadian children. All you need to do is write a letter and address it “Santa Claus, North Pole, H0H 0H0, Canada” (seriously, not making this up) between November 3rd and December 17th and he will write back. While various world powers argue about who owns the North Pole, Canada stakes their claim in a super cute, old-fashioned way. This tradition dates back to 1982, and always the multicultural one, Santa will respond to his million-plus pieces of mail each year in the language they were written in.
We’re an alright country and xmas isn’t really my thing, but I do love this about us.
I have never loved my apartment or bed more than I did than walking in the door last night at 12:18am. Nearly 3 weeks, five cities, five hotels, and only 1 shower suitable between them - I’m so happy to be home.
Also, it will be awhile before I want to get on a train again. Oof, that was too many in a row.
On the flight back yesterday, I managed to get in two films between the eating and reading and whatnot. The first was Frank, the odd Michael Fassbender/Maggie Gyllenhaal/Domhnall Gleeson that made the festival rounds this year. It was okay, I guess? It was trying really hard to not be cookie cutter but would veer so far into tiny character developments in left field to shoehorn in exposition that it never really came together for me. It felt like it was trying to tell 3 stories at the same time, on purpose, but didn’t quite stick the landing. It gets points for talking about mental illness in a more accurate way than most films, but that wasn’t enough to save it, for me anyway.
The second was a rewatch of Peter Jackson’s The Frighteners because I was stoked to see it as an option to watch and I hadn’t watched it in ages and ages. Since Hallowe’en is just around the corner it seemed appropriate. This trip really cut into my usual October slate of scary/horror movies I watch every year.
Last night in Paris and then tomorrow we make the long trek home (back to the UK first, then home). It’s been quite the 10 days with my mom (we’ll spend a night in Toronto for good measure) but I’ll be happy to get back in time for Thanksgiving and hopefully someone preparing a turkey.
right now, we’re having an early-ish dinner in the hotel, scarfing down our dessert from the boulangerie across the street like our lives depended on it. It’s soooooooo good.
So this morning, after taking in Casa Mila (loved it), we popped into an SBux for a coffee and a seat outside (it wasn’t too busy, we needed to sit, blah blah) and we were facing the door to SBux and witnessed a woman, holding her latte, walk full on into the glass wall beside the door. She even left a spot of milky foam on the window/wall.
My mother laughed so hard that people turned away from the scene to look at her. She was ugly laughing for sure. And, she continued to chuckle about it, to herself, for hours afterwards as we walked around.
She said to me “I can’t wait to tell your father this story”.
I fully expect to hear her laughing in her sleep tonight.
So far, these are the only two photos I can post from the trip and only because I happened to take them with my BBerry. Everything else will have to wait until we get home or I let my mother take her Galaxy tablet around to take photos. I’d much rather wait then let her do that in public! Haha
Anyway, the first is our fun cheese plate snack at a cafe at the British Museum today and the other of course is while on the London Eye (which I’m 2 for 2 now on excellent weather/time of day) from yesterday.
So, we’re alive and things, so far so good!
See ya later tumblr-inos! I’ll maybe check in periodically over the next few weeks. Off to take planes, trains, and automobiles.