On July 12, we crossed the border into the country below the raised Maple leaf flags: Canada. One thing we hadn’t taken into consideration when we decided to go to Canada was the language difference. Everything in Canada is written in French. Halfway through our stay there, Dad proclaimed that he needed to find something American so we dropped into a Walmart only to find that everything in there was also written in French. 😂
We encountered the Thousand Islands on the St. Lawrence River on July 13. Theses constructions left Dad awestruck on practically every decent sized island was a house. A small house, large house, old house, or new house. How cool would it be to live there? It’d be very interesting, that’s for sure.
On July 14 we had our very first Canadian pizza. Until this summer we thought that pizza was pizza but after New York pizza and then Canadian pizza my siblings and I learned that there is a difference. Little Ceaser’s pizza is good, Canadian pizza is better, but New York pizza is the best. We liked Canadian pizza so much that Dad ordered us another one the next day while on our way to Niagra Falls.
Mere words cannot accurately describe how beautiful Niagra Falls is. Even pictures do not precisely depict its awesome glory. Niagra Falls is another case in which you have to go experience it for yourself. Visit my Flickr account, linked below, to see the pictures that I took. Thanks!
Next stop, Pennsylvania!
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