Allison's Wonderland

You know how when you go on a vacation or a road trip you have certain things the trip was all about?  Whether it is, "All we did on that trip was fight, or all we did on that trip was sleep."  Vacations just seem to have themes.  Well, my trip to Prince Edward Island with my Gram and Aunt, was all about, #1, THE FOOD, and #2, THE BATHROOM, or as they say in Canada, "The Washroom."  I guess that makes sense since when you eat . . . you know . . . there's always a reaction to every action.

Boldt Castle

Alster Tower - My Favorite building

 After the terrible situation of loosing the wallet, which ironically involved the bathroom, we girls were ready to see some sights.  We got to Alexandria Bay a little later than we had hoped, but we were still able to see the gorgeous Boldt Castle.  It's this beautiful home on Heart Island (even shaped like a heart) in the middle of the St. Lawrence river.  Unfortunately it was abandoned during construction due to the death of Louise Boldt, the wife of

The Power House

George C. Boldt, millionaire proprietor of the Waldorf Astoria, New York who was building the house for Louise.  The house fell in disrepair and has finally been reopened to the public.  The castle is gorgeous but is still unfinished and holds lots of graffitti from people who made their way to the house before falling into the New York Bridge Authority's hands.  It was an absolutely gorgeous day of 80 degrees and me, Gram and Auntie had a blast scoping out the place.

On the Ferry Boat

Once our tour was finished, we took a ferry back to our car.  After all the sight seeing and drama of the earlier morning, we were starved.  We headed into Gananoque, Canada where we were staying for the night.  On the crossing from the U.S. into Canada we had to go through customs.  We pulled up to the little booth where they ask you all these questions and all three of us fell speechless at the absolutely GORGEOUS border patrol agent.  I wanted him to write his number in my passport he was so dreamy.  Once we pulled away Grandma says, "Wow was he handsome!"  He even got a little flirty with the little 82 year old woman in the back seat.  I guess Gram still gots it.  :)

Gananoque Sunset

Gananoque was such a quaint little town.  We settled for some Irish pub fare at this place called Stonewater Pub and Irish Eatery.  I got the fish and chips but wish I would've had the Guinness Beef Stew.  My Aunt's was absolutely wonderful!  That was the beginning to our amazing adventure of food.  We stayed at this little Best Western which was quite cozy.  While my Aunt and I were scoping out the place, as we like to do, we were followed by this middle aged man.  We tried to loose him by going down random hallways and finally traipsing our way back to our room.  I wasn't that scared, but my Aunt freaked me out by the way she was acting.  We didn't want no rapists up in here!  We had a good night sleep even with the thought of a crazed-middle aged man on the loose.  Gram, me and Aunt like to live on the edge.  You know how we do. :)

After eating our continental breakfast from the hotel, a stain on the tablecloth of our trip which was all about food (yes the food sucked that badly), we headed to Quebec City.  Once we left Ontario and entered the province of Quebec everything changed.  There were absolutely NO signs in English.  Everything was in French.  The KFC was even changed to PFK for Poulet Frite Kentucky.  In French they place the adjective after the Noun.  Needless to say we were a little out of place.  Remember how I said our trip was all about the bathroom as well as food?  Well, Grandma was starting to feel breakfast making it's way to, well you know, so we had to stop.  We find this podunk gas station where there are more cows than humans.  I don't know what it is about French speaking people but they seem to hate EVERYONE.  When we stopped at this gas station I felt like I was an alien because everyone was just staring and giving the most hateful looks.  Grandma had run inside to the bathroom while Aunt B. was pumping gas.  I dilly dallied my way into the gas station only to find Grandma NOT in the restroom.  It was a single restroom so I had no idea where Grandma had gone.  I go outside and tell my Aunt B.  When we go back to try and find her we see that someone has occupied the restroom.  Aunt B says, "Mom are you in here?" only to have a very angry Quebec' woman come out and give my Aunt a dirty look.  My Aunt explains, "Oh I thought you were my mother" only to get another dirty scowl from the woman. I guess she didn't know English.  By this time my Aunt and I are getting a little worried as to where the little 82 year old could be.  It's been about 20 minutes since we last saw her.  She's not in the car, not in the restroom, and not in the gas station.  That's when the door to the men's restroom opens and out walks an older gentlemen followed by my Grandmother.  My Aunt and I started dying laughing!  I guess in my Grandmother's race for the bathroom she flew into the closest bathroom, ignored the urinal and did what she came to do.  When you gotta go, you gotta go no matter what gendered bathroom you're in. 

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