I heart Toronto! Plain and simple. Ottawa  is a clean, safe, pretty city.  There are more museums than you can count on your fingers and toes.  But my heart and soul still lie with Toronto. I get butterflies of excitement when I am flying and driving home because I know at the end of the ride, I am in my favourite city.

Last weekend I was home.  It was a whirlwind of a visit.  So many people, so much fun all jam packed in a short 50 hours.

My friend came with me on the trek home.  Normally I fly, since it is literally an hour long flight, but my friend and I drove.  We didn’t hit any traffic enroute to T.dot.  We made in a flat 4 hours.  No excessive speeding since the cops like to litter themselves along the 401. We had a great dinner with my Toronto besties at Joeys.  Mini burgers galore! I was one happy camper!

Saturday was a horse day.  We slept in , and then spent some time with the real Tobakiss.  It was amazing being able to ride him for 20 minutes.  It had been over a year! Luckily, my friend was able to capture the moment as well with some fantastic photos.

Saturday evening we headed to the Royal Winter Fair.  It is a family tradition of mine. We always go on the weekend of the closing ceremonies and watch the Big Ben Challenge. A lot of Canadian and International riders compete and perform for all to see.

Sunday was a special day! My grandfather celebrated his 93rd birthday.  We had a special lunch for him and a lot of our family all made time to celebrate with him.

The drive home was uneventful. No traffic, just smooth sailing.  I must admit that my bladder is not like it used to.  We had to stop multiple times or else I probably would have peed my pants.  I used to get so annoyed on family trips with my parents when we would frequently pull over to use the facilities.  I know no why.

My countdown to my next visit starts now…..