Weed, Running, and Boating in Toronto

Four months ago, I had a crazy idea. I emailed two of my favorite people in the world and wrote: “Let’s sign up for the Nike 15K race in Toronto.” To my pleasant surprise, they agreed.

Lucky for us Americans, one of those people – my good friend Daveeda – lives in Toronto. Rachel and I had instant accommodations. Too bad, the weather wasn’t quite as accommodating.

We flew into Toronto Friday morning at the crack of dawn and spent some time soaking up the important sites in between the rain. For Rachel, this meant sampling poutine. For me, this meant taking pictures everywhere.

Posing in front of our course map

Rachel sampling sunglasses for the meager price of $178. A steal!

Apparently, we are a big deal in Canada.

After picking up our race packets, we made our way to Kensington Market which is a hispster’s dream neighborhood. Think graffiti, overpriced trinkets, dilapidated storefronts, and trendy restaurants. Oh, and lots and lots of weed.

Hehehe…

Kensington Market

Just considering my career options…

Dear Toronto, I LOVE this. Sincerely, me.

Pretty graffiti in Kensington Market

After a lazy Saturday, race day arrived. I checked the weather for the fifteenth time, and the weather gods promised us no rain until the afternoon. Shockingly, the weather gods were wrong.

Getting on the ferry for the Toronto Islands

Daveeda and Rachel

Me pretending not to be exhausted

The stunning Toronto skyline from our ferry

Getting ready…

In case you’re curious, I could not find the clothing optional beach

The course was beautiful. I wish I had more pictures, but since I’m pretty slow as it is, I refused to drag my time down further by stopping to take pictures. We traversed pavement, grass, gravel, and even a stunning boardwalk along the water. I managed to take this picture while running, as we made our way through Billy Bishop Airport and Toronto’s skyline came into view.

I am happy to report that I finished the race, and I am the proud owner of my second Nike Tiffany necklace. I am also very proud of my friends who made excellent time. Daveeda and Rachel – you are legit runners.

By the time we finished, however, it had started raining. I was wet, freezing, and just a little bit grumpy – a terrible combination. The euphoria of running 9.3 miles was quickly washed away by the urgent desire to take the longest and hottest shower known to mankind.

That was not an option – at least not yet. First, we had to get back to the mainland. Instead of waiting three hours for the communal ferry, we hopped a ride on a private boat owned by Daveeda’s friend, Addler. This was a brilliant move on our part, except for the minor fact that it was still raining, and we were still cold and wet. As we squeezed ourselves into the boat, (including Daveeda’s husband and four kids) and zipped along Lake Ontario, the wind slapped our faces, and the water seeped into my bones. I didn’t know it was possible to be so miserably cold and deliriously happy at the same time.

Our brilliant/disastrous boat ride

Daveeda’s seven-year-old daughter, not the least bit pleased with the prospect of a rainy boat ride, summed up the entire experience best: “Mommy, why did you run this race???”

Oh Canada

I haven’t been doing much traveling lately since we are in the height of election season, but last week I stole away to spend the Jewish holidays with friends in Toronto. Dan and Daveeda are some of my favorite people in the world and I wish I could pack them up and take them with me wherever I live. But until they agree to that arrangement or I figure out how to teleport, I’ll have to settle for trekking to Canada every once in a while.

We spent most of the holiday doing what we Jews do best: Praying, eating, and sleeping — and then eating again. But we spent one day taking the kids to Edwards Gardens, a beautiful botanical garden in eastern Toronto.

It was a beautiful fall day and it was just nice to be outdoors and explore the gardens.

And then the kids decided to take a bath in the river, which was a lot of fun for them and a little less fun for the adults.

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: SURPRISE

This week’s photo challenge is surprise. How’s this for unexpected?

Yes. That is a rhino peeing.

Are Canadians Friendlier than Americans?

Here is my anecdotal observation from my weekend in Waterloo, Ontario: Canadians are super friendly.

I wandered into the Canadian version of Barnes and Noble (called Chapters) and sat down in Starbucks with my typical pile of travel books. The guy sitting next to me peeked at my random array of travel books (Mexico, Spain, New Orleans, New Mexico, Iceland) and struck up a conversation. After he left, a woman sat down across from me. She too eyeballed my books, and we chatted for a while about our respective travel experiences, our families, our day jobs…etc. The whole time, I was thinking: This never happens to me in Washington DC.

So I started to wonder: Are Canadians friendlier than Americans? When in doubt, I turn to How I Met Your Mother to answer life’s all-important questions. Canadian Barney says yes. What says you?

My Signature Move

Many of my fellow travel bloggers take “jumping” pictures in front of famous landmarks. I always thought this was awesome, and now that I have my own blog, I shamelessly tried to steal the idea this weekend at Niagara Falls.

#FAIL.

First, I don’t know what to do with my hands when I jump. Second, I look like an uncoordinated buffoon. Third, I was extremely sore due to a perfunctory workout Saturday night (I guess I’m not in as good shape as I like to pretend) and it is really hard to jump when any movement in the leg region results in an internal R-rated diatribe.

So… you will not be seeing any jumping pictures in front of Niagara Falls. Instead, I took ridiculous pictures of myself pretending to be a rather obvious CIA agent, even though The Boyfriend/Temporary Photographer Under Duress quickly declared, “You look stupid. Why would you have a gun at Niagara Falls?”

Answer: Because it’s easier than jumping. And thus, my signature move was born.

I TOUCHED AN ELEPHANT AND WATCHED A RHINO PEE

I have over a thousand pictures to sort through from my very first safari, but until then, let me leave you with three amazing things that happened today: I touched an elephant, watched a rhino pee and witnessed a kiss that proves opposites do indeed attract. What a great day! More to come.