Thoughts from Plevna, Ontario.

I got back from Plevna, Ontario a couple days ago, after spending the week at my friend's cottage. Though this was my second time, all of the magic and charm remained.

The cottage was made by her grandfather from the wood and frame of an old Scarborough church barn. It sits quaintly on top of a hill, a mix of concrete stairs and stones connecting it to both the rollercoaster of a gravel road behind it and the beautiful bay in front of it. 

The voyage to Plevna takes anywhere from 4-6 hours, depending on what traffic is like while driving through Toronto, how many stops are made, and all of that. 

Though most would whine at the thought of that long in a car, the rolling array of green, whether it be deep green forests or the pale of famers' feilds, mixed with the strange but fufilling conversations that occur in cars with exciting destinations make me quite a fan of long road voyages. 

During the ride, a thing that struck me strange was how long it took to be out of the cellular zone. I may not have been paying attention, but last year I could have sworn that reception ended an hour or so after Toronto, not an hour before Plevna. 

Anyone who knows me even a tiny bit knows that I am a completely digital girl, I spend almost all of my days plopped in front of a computer reading this or watching that. Hell, even my relationship couldn't survive without the wondrous internet.

That being said, there is something almost freeing about being disconnected, even if only for a little while. Being able to look outside the window and see trees and grass and shoreline instead of concrete and manicured lawns and storm drains. Not worrying about texting who and who back or if so and so wants something. 

This isn't to say I didn't miss talking to my boyfriend or my friends dearly, but there's just something marvellous about being able to drink in the world around you without having anything else on your mind. 

It's funny that in a society so concerned about convenience that getting away from it all can be much more helpful than all of our little helpers. 

The horsefly bites were worth it. 

❤ ren