Elisabeth was sleeping all afternoon while I woke up just two hours after getting on. I am surprised by the confidence I have gained with her in less than a day, and I also remembered that, while we were going to the shopping center, she told me that she was wearing the Mounted Police suit because she was part of the social service she was doing and that she must finish before finishing her studies. Basically, what she should do is educate children from local schools who go to the university to meet her on cultural and national issues. He says that the goal is to prevent traditional Canadian culture from being forgotten, but also that it makes no sense if immigrant cultures increasingly share and interpose their way of life in the country.

I had read that Canada is part of the progressive countries that have more multiculturalism in the world due to the high immigration rates, and as soon as I was on the bus I was able to confirm it by listening to 4 languages ​​other than the English with which I was communicating with her, and French is basically the second language in the country. 

And against this, I also confirmed the idea that Canada seeks to interpose its culture in the media, because throughout the journey the driver kept the public broadcaster CBC, which was restricted to broadcast music of Canadian origin. I really liked the rock of bands like Black Mountain and White Lung, bands that I did not know and even though rock does not appeal to me. And it seems that Elisabeth also liked it, because, despite being asleep, on the way she was unconsciously humming a lot of songs that they gave.

While the sun could still light the day, I could observe different interesting places that the bus traveled to leave the province of Ottawa. The bus went through several bridges that were built to cross small rivers that generated a natural aura in harmony with the combination of green vegetation and buildings very well made and without any damage or vandalism. One of those rivers was the quiet Ottawa River. I saw many structures that looked like churches built with a Renaissance architectural style, but which were actually service centers and public institutions such as town halls and banks. Probably those areas will have been in their time of founding British colonies. We went through, according to what I could read, the financial center, the parliament and a huge and strange hotel whose design resembled the typical buildings used in horror stories.

It was already dark when the bus made a stop next to a sports stadium called the Canadian Tire Center. The driver said it would be a brief 20 minute stop to go to the bathroom and eat something. I woke up to Elisabeth and we got off to look for something to eat. He said that the chair was very uncomfortable, but for a tired university student, any piece of concrete is the best bed in the world.

There was a fry stand and we both bought a BeaverTail, a fried and breaded sweet that had the shape of a beaver's tail, that animal that is considered a national symbol in Canada and in which high schools and universities try to stand out on their shields and her sports teams, while in forested areas, she told me, they are a delicious delicacy that tastes better than the most tender, juicy and smoky beef, porcine or elk. While we were still talking, which gave me peace of mind because of how calm his serious voice always remained, we heard a shout of screams coming from the stadium. We went to look, since the entrance was free and there was no support staff blocking, and we realized it was a lacrosse game between two high schools.

The lacrosse is a sport in which two teams use a network to pass between them a disc or object and manage to throw it and score in a goal, as if it were a goal. I had never seen such a sport, and as we watched the game quickly before we left, she told me that in high school she was part of the women's lacrosse team at her school, as well as having practiced other sports in her life intensely. She told me that she made many friends there and the exercise of practicing this sport kept her with an appropriate figure that caused many sighs at school. But he also told me that several times he was close to fail in important subjects such as French or mathematics given the responsibility he should have with the club and the fatigue that training generated.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5hsPBsGD44

We were so aware of the game that we almost did not realize that our bus was already moving to be able to go out to the avenue and continue with the journey. We ran and ran until the driver saw us and allowed us to enter. Obviously everyone inside looked at us with emotions of anger for the rush they had, but all this caused us to sit down and laugh at what happened. We finished eating our "beaver tails" and fell asleep. This was our first moment together that I will keep as a reminder of this trip.