an ottawa trip essay

Nightmare morning. I woke up as early as I could, which was barely a half an hour away from leaving. I got up, noticing the time I did it fairly quickly, and picked up my bags. Thankfully my aunt Betty had come over earlier to give me a ride to school. I was one of the first ones there, Once more people came Carlos (<3 to the Carlos!) started to load the bus, if you don’t know who Carlos is, he’s the wicked cool bus driver that took us all around Ottawa and Quebec! He’s simply the coolest!! Then, once Carlos finished up, before you know it, we’re on the bus heading for Ottawa! The bus was about the best part of the whole trip. It had TVs and radios embedded in the seat ahead of us. The radios were probably the best part because they played weird Carlos music that was ever so interesting to Kim. We took a lot of pictures on the way there; I practically used up my whole camera in the first half an hour.

After awhile, we stopped at a place named the big apple, or somethi...