I'm biking back from my class at the University of Ottawa. I have have close to 9km left as I bike through the downtown before hitting the outskirts of core and start reaching the neighboring residential areas. It's around 815pm, I left my house that morning at 655am with the wife, did a fulls days of work at my job before hitting the books and going to school.
Yes I am in school. This burst of life killing, taking 12 hours a week of class on top of my job and my previous hobbies. Oh yeah I'm married, need to keep that one going. I also pay a dumb amount of cash for my education...
Oh you see what I'm doing here.
I hit the corner of Laurier and Lyon and vola crowds of young people with French banners. Not an English sign in sight. I find this odd. While Canada does have two official languages and I can use both, albeit very poorly as you can read here, I was in Ontario. Capital of the country lies in an primarily English province on the border of the main French province, Quebec. Some of call it Quebexico... because it needs some work and it feels like a whole new country. A shit image of the rest of Canada at times, but not my Canada.