New friends in ottawa

Being new to Ottawa has posed some challenges such as the fact that I didn't know anyone at all when I first arrived. First, let me tell you that I've met some very close friends immediately. For instance, my bestest friends that I ever met were Rosemary and her mother from ottawa. We go way back. Rosemary even played bach for me on her flute and her mother tells the best jokes I ever heard. I've got other best friends in Ottawa too. For instance, today Katherine and I went to check out Rideau Hall, which is the residence of Her Excellency the Right Honourable Michaëlle Jean. We met this great fellow from Quebec named Mark. Immediately we hit it off and so I've got another best friend, or at least we were great companions for at least 40 minutes while he showed us around the joint. He said maybe he would see us in a pub someday, and then forgot to give us his phone number. Sheesh. There's another really really close friend that I could also tell you about. Actually, two more people. First, there is the girl from the front desk at the hotel. We're such good friends that she actually let me use her fax machine. Imagine that, not everybody gets the privilege of sending a fax in this day of fast paced technology. What with email, so called 'just in time manufacturing', hybrid automobiles and even places where sometimes the floor moves. Anyway, it was better than getting a ride in a really old, and shiny hot rod. The other really good friend that I've made in town since we arrived is also an employee at the hotel. We've never met, but we are very close. Every day, this person comes into our hotel room and makes our bed. That is something else. You've got to be pretty close to someone to come into their room and make their bed. Maybe someday I'll return the favour.

C.