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This House is Older than All of Our Ages Combined Click left side of photo to go to previous entry/ Click the right half of photo to go to the next
    River Ridge Bed and Breakfast Paris, Ontario Pardon my exaggeration. It's just the marketing man in me trying to hook you up with a great headline. In reality, it wasn't older than our ages when added. Our ages totalled close to 170, the house was more than 150 years old. Ohhhhh. But still. Even at 150 years old, it looks well-maintained and has great character. Our rooms were part of the attic. Yes! Another first. I really wanted to feel how it is to stay in a second floor of an old English town house. We didn't spend too much time acclimatizing as we jumped back to our swimming attire and hit the pools and the hot tubs. Aaaahhhh....This is life. Wait til we get inside the rooms to see how the theme of "Paris" adorns almost all corners of the B&B. Nice touch, but only if you know why the town was named from one of my favorite cities in the world. Toink. Of course. No one knew. Not even the taxi driver who I had to ask if he knew how the name of the city became Paris. I had to read it from the history of the city from brochures and travel guides. :) After a great dinner from award winning rib resto, Camp 31, we had to burn what we ate by at least walking or...driving back to our B&B and playing UNO :) Yeah, that burned the big meal alright as halfway through the game I was about to win, I was already half-asleep. Zzzzzzzz. We woke up to the smell of bacon. Of course we're still in Canada. Plus raspberry pancakes. Plus we almost heard the cock crowing. But it was just my imagination that the bucolic state of the place brought me close to our farm in Davao, or maybe just our house in Paranaque, but with the Texas being bred by our neighbors waking us up. Cracccck. The crispy bacon broke and melted in our mouths. The breakfast talk was inspiring. We never miss these moments with our hosts. One time in Boston, we were able to finish a bottle of red wine with them. This time, we exchanged inspiring anecdotes, some words to live by, and of course another heavy stomach. Burp. We had to leave for Toronto before 12 noon, but not without another side trip before hitting the highways. (to be continued tomorrow). You can view the slideshow here << Bookmark this post on:
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