Tucked somewhere in-between the business culture of Toronto and the trendy beat of Montreal, is Ottawa, Canada’s (cute) capital city.
Subjected to ridicule by home grown Canadians and tourists alike, this forgotten gem continues to be overlooked and is, more often than not, skipped over by most folk with limited time to tour the best of Canada. My first instinct is to nod in agreement when people say they are skipping over Ottawa as they plan a whirlwind trip to T.O or Montreal, followed by an over the border crossing to NYC. Sure, Ottawa doesn’t have the skyscrapers lighting up Toronto’s downtown core, and no, it doesn’t offer the same historical appeal as Vieux-Montreal. Yet, Ottawa, as small and as quaint as it may seem to the excitable traveler, remains wholly underestimated in it’s ability to entertain. Here are a few reasons why Ottawa should make the top ten on your Canadian hit-list:
It’s the same sob story every year. The sun disappears for hours on end, the days are gloomier and on the whole, you wish you had nothing other to do but sleep the entirety of the day away and wake up in June.
Yes, there are those of you who welcome the winter season with open arms. You are not my people. I loathe winter. My hatred starts late in the fall as the leaves float downwards to their death and I take part in the mourning ritual that recognizes the end of all things warm and the start of Canada’s harshest season. The summer clothes get tossed aside and out comes the trunk of winter gear. Hats, gloves, neck warmers, ski pants, winter jackets, winter coats, winter boots etc. And if you try to deny the onslaught of winter elements, be prepared to soak. I could skip right to “freeze” but it’s the wetness I detest even more than the cold. When the snow has fallen and begins to melt all over the street like ice cream down a sugar cone. Everyone sloshing through puddles on their way to work and tracing slush down the sidewalks, the colour turning darker with every step. Shudder. The “cold” bit isn’t any better. It’s not that we thoroughly enjoy walking around like Inuits, garbed in hats under our hoods lined with fur as to ward off the snow attacking from every side – but what choice do we have?