So, back when we road tripped up to Salem, Massachusetts, we ended up making a stop off in Connecticut. We pulled in here, because hey, pizza and puns!? Where could we go wrong?
Actually, I’d like to addendum here. I did not end up eating here, because in my anal retentive planning-ness, I had decided to bring bags and bags of trail mix and sesame snacks, etc, which I continually offered to my lovely car companions. They claimed they wanted ‘real food’ and chose to go to Slice of Heaven. How wrong they would be.
So we go in, and the place is pretty empty, with a sad, withering couple slices out front. But hey, sometimes it’s because a fresh pie is getting made! But no…no, that’s what they had left. Literally all they had left. So my friends got their single slices and proceeded to feast on the flattest pizza known to man, also referred to as cardboard. The slices were far from heavenly, so we ended up swinging by good ol’ Burger King. Meanwhile, I continued to enjoy my crunchings and munchings free of charge.
There’s a very important reason I’m starting this column as a writer, and it’s because I want to show the correlation between adventure and inspiration. I just find it absolutely important. While I love creating worlds in my mind, I also love experiencing what’s out there, as I feel it enriches my fiction. Thus was born, Travel Tuesdays.
Niagara Falls on the Canadian side–Horseshoe Falls
My husband and I went to the Canadian side of Niagara this past year, and I have the say, the experience was interesting. The first time I saw the Falls, it took my breath away, and that was from the American side. And at first, I was impressed, but it didn’t fill me with the same wonder while we were walking through the crowds–until we got near the ledge. So close to where it pours over, you can watch the undulating wave churn again and again, to the point where you’re mesmerized. Feeling the spray pepper my cheeks and watching the sun reflect off the water turned into a transformative experience.
On the negative side though–once you step away from the park itself and the falls, you’re faced with tourism central. Loud, blaring, and full of all the corporate commerce I detest. Needless to say, we spent more time in the park. The highlight of my afternoon was sitting under a tree, pulling out my Kindle and reading in view of the falls while my husband took a nap. Spectacular.