To get a true Canadian experience, I set off for Toronto in January. I wanted snow, poutine and maple.
Also, I got a seriously good deal on my flights (thanks, Canadian Affair) because, I guess, no one else likes anything the below zero. But the true experience thing and snow mainly. Living in southern England means I don’t ever see much of the white stuff and snow was one thing I was sure I’d get in Canada.
And snow I got. Loads of it.
I cannot explain why I like it so much. In a childlike way, it just makes me excited about life. Everything looks prettier. You can have a snowball fight. And create perfect snow angels, and all the other cool things all Christmas songs go on about.
Because my travel insurance didn’t cover skiing, my Canadian friend introduced me to tubing and snowshoeing instead. Tubing in Collingwood was incredibly fun. Never mind I got close to actually having to use my travel insurance, after a particularly bouncy spin down the hill. Loved it.
Snowshoeing didn’t last long – we chose an extremely cold and windy day for it so after dragging the massive ‘shoes’ on our feet for about twenty minutes, we were ready to call it a day and curl up on the sofa with a cup of tea to watch Ugly Betty.
It wouldn’t have been a proper trip to Canada without ice skating, though. It wasn’t my first time on ice but it must have looked so. My attempts to gracefully swoosh across the rink were all doomed, and I stared with jealousy at all the Canadian kids who pretty much grew up wearing skates, taking me over one by one. But it didn’t matter; it was a lovely evening and the atmosphere was great – the rink was located in the middle of Toronto, with the CN Tower just a stone’s throw away, and with music played by a DJ. Snacks, drinks, almost a proper party.
Despite the cold, January is a great time to visit Toronto.