It seems weird to be sharing a travel diary in written form (isn’t that what Instagram is for?). However, it was such a wonderful weekend that I wanted to take time to savour it and share all the best bits with you. If you do follow me on Instagram, you know we were back in southern Ontario last week for the wedding of my dear friend’s, Leigh-Anna and Jason. Leigh-Anna wrote a guest post for me about planning her minimalist wedding and it’s awesome (you can read it here). Here’s how our trip down south went!
Our vacation started like so many other vacations out there – with delays at the airport. Of course, we didn’t know about the one hour and a half delay until we were already at the airport and through security. Classic. I’m an anxious traveller and the fact that we had a pretty tight connection did not help. But, we did end up making it all the way to London, Ontario without a hitch. It was a little later than expected, but nothing that a good night’s sleep couldn’t fix.
We started our day in London with breakfast with my mom. She was gracious enough to bring Mr. TA’s car up so we could drive it to Peterborough (and then to Kingston to sell it).
With the car in hand, it was onto the 401! If you don’t live in Canada or Ontario and you don’t know what the 401 is, count yourself lucky. Even at 10:30 am, traffic was already backing up, so as soon as we could we got on the 407 toll road (so worth the money). It was smooth sailing after that!
After many hours of driving, we made it to Peterborough! It was a quick salad in my face and change for me and then off to the wedding venue to help with set up and dress rehearsal. I have never been so stressed to walk in a straight line.
It was unbelievable to see just how much time, effort and attention to detail go into a wedding. I have mad respect for my friends and their family because this could not have been easy to organize around their jobs and lives. Never having been in a wedding before, I didn’t really know what to expect out of the rehearsal dinner. Those are two big scary words that romantic comedies have taught me to fear. But, it was so lovely and I got to spend more of my evening hanging out with dogs. (So, it was pretty much the best night ever).
Nice Day for a Friend’s Wedding
After a very restless night’s sleep (let’s pretend I was just taking stress off the bride), it was time for the wedding! I opted to pay to have my hair and makeup done because I have zero skills in that department so my day started with that. It was an amazing experience (and so worth the $120 we paid) and now I know why it looks like I’m never wearing makeup even though I do on a daily basis – I’m not using nearly enough!
After a couple more hours of set up, photos and lunch, it was time for the big event! Everyone looked amazing and we all somehow managed to keep it together as my friend came down the aisle. Everyone except the groom, of course, he was a mess (but, we expected this lol).
It was a beautiful experience to get to witness my two close friends tie the knot. There really isn’t anything better than seeing two people in love making that commitment to each other in front of their closest friends and family. And with that, it was time to boogie!
I was starting to feel a little under the weather (thanks zero sleep and lots of travel), so I didn’t partake in the liquid celebrations as much as I would have otherwise. That was probably for the best since the next morning I felt as fresh as a daisy (minus the cold that was brewing inside my head).
The morning after we headed back to the venue for breakfast, takedown and presents. As a minimalist, I was curious to see what the wedding ‘stuff’ would look like. Leigh-Anna and Jason did something super cool for wedding gifts that I would do if I ever get married. They accepted monetary gifts to go directly towards their honeymoon next year. I just had to call up their travel agent and give them my details. It’s a genius idea and one that I’d never come across before. Plus, it’s way more useful than some gravy boat or china set that you’ll probably never use.
Way Down to Trent Town
After we finished with the wedding festivities, Mr. TA and I hit the road to Kingston. But, we had to first stop at my Alma Mater, Trent University. Trent isn’t the only school I went to for post-secondary (thank you, Masters degree), but it is the one I remember most fondly.
The campus is unbelievably gorgeous, especially in the summer. Walking through campus, I thought about how weird it is that we spend up to four years in a place, and then never really go back (or at least, that’s been my experience). It seems weird that such a memory-laden place at such a formative time in a young person’s life doesn’t hold more value.
I wish I lived closer to Trent because I would visit it every chance I had.
The Backroads to Kingston
Something you might not know about my relationship with Mr. TA is that our primary bonding happened/happens when we’re in the car, on long road trips through rural and remote places.
This time, we drove from Peterborough to Kingston through a dozen small towns that are only a couple of streets and houses big. Since moving to northern Ontario last year, I had forgotten how beautiful and picturesque southern Ontario (and eastern Ontario in particular) can be. Of course, I didn’t manage to take any photos while we were driving so use your imagination.
The Great Ring Debacle of 2018
We had dinner that night with family and when we got home I realized I had left an expensive (i.e priceless) family heirloom (the ring I wear on my middle finger), in the restaurant’s bathroom. I immediately panicked and called the restaurant. By the grace of some unknown power, the ring was still there so I sent Mr. TA back into town while I hyperventilated in peace (and finally undid my wedding hair and makeup).
All’s well that ends well, but I’m going to write more about this little debacle in a future post because it’s had me thinking about heirlooms, memories and minimalism.
Saying Hi to Gord
The next morning, we went into Kingston to check out the new redevelopment of the pier and to pay homage to Gord Downie. For those of you who don’t know, Gord Downie was the frontman of the Canadian rock band, The Tragically Hip, who passed away from a rare form of brain cancer last year. His death rocked all of Canada, not because we didn’t see it coming, but because Gord represented the good and the great of Canada. He was also a fierce Indigenous advocate and wanted to make a difference in the lives of people.
The Hip are from Kingston and also happen to be one of Mr.TA’s favourite bands. Kingston decided to name the new pier in memory of Gord and it is a beautiful monument.
Back to the Bay
At this point, it was time to catch my flight home. Thanks to my cold, the flight was a less than pleasant experience thanks to a coughing attack and some seriously painful plugged ears (now I know why babies have such a hard time on flights).
I made it home without incident and was greeted by a very sleepy fuzz monster. While we were away, we booked a pet sitter to come and check on our cat every day. Because Bacall gets anxious when in a new space, this was the best $84 I’ve ever spent. I would do it again in a heartbeat.
It was a quick trip home but it was perfect. It was slow and fast all at once. Most of all, it was a celebration of love between two people I hold dear. If that’s not a good excuse to take time off work, I don’t know what is. This also happened to be the only vacation we had during the summer. But, I think it’s safe to say that we enjoyed every moment of it.
What have you been up to this summer? Share your adventures in the comments!
Image Credit: Tiny Ambitions