Canada 07 (part 1)
“Why the fuck would you want to take a cruise to Canada…what the hell is there in Canada?” – Ryan
Friday night rolled around as I sat in my house waiting for Tim to drop by. I was going to spend the night at his place, since we had to wake up early, pack our stuff onto the bus, and depart for New York. I sure as hell didn’t feel like waking up at 5am, so I’d rather have just gotten there the night before…and sleep till about 8:00. I woke up the next day to an already busy household. People were running around, others were arriving and food was being prepared as I slowly made my way from the bed into the kitchen. Breakfast…I need to fricken eat something. Instead of filling myself with pretzels and tastycakes, I found some eggs in Tim’s fridge, sliced up some tomatoes and made something substantial.
About a year ago, UT (short for Uncle Tom…one of Tim’s uncles from his Dad’s side) sent out an email for a possible family cruise. Their family had done a cruise two years back to some tropical destination (I think it was Bermuda), so this cruise was to the other end of the spectrum: Canada. I responded with interest; I needed a vacation, and up until then I had no plans to speak of. For a while, I almost forgot about the cruise until UT sent out another email that reservations are being made. I needed to find my passport, check in with Carnival, and get some cash together.
As of three months ago, I was ready…anticipating the day of the cruise to come around so I can finally leave this god-forsaken city for a week. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t particularly hate Philly, but when you’re here for so long, a change of scenery is nice every once in a while. Philly…the air is polluted and humid; Canada…the air is clean and fresh. Philly…the streets are dirty; Canada…well I’m gonna be on a fucking ship. Those things aside, you’d have to be a peon to not realize the differences here.
to be continued…
