About two weeks ago my family and I decided to celebrate both Mother’s Day and our mother’s birthday in Ottawa, Canada. We’ve been planning on another road trip back to Michigan for months ever since we found out about the Tulip Time Festival in Holland (Michigan) after visiting Mackinac Island last summer. I was helping with the planning when I came across the Canadian Tulip Festival on the internet. We’re pretty familiar with Toronto because we have relatives that live there, but we’ve never been to Ottawa and have always overlooked the city in favor of Montreal or Quebec City. We then decided that we would go to Ottawa’s tulip festival instead of the one in Michigan. We figured that it was a good way for the entire family to visit Canada’s capital city and enjoy the scenery while celebrating Mother’s Day and our mother’s birthday.
Ottawa plays host to the annual event, said to be the largest tulip festival outside of the Netherlands which began after Canada provided safe haven for the Dutch Royal Family during World War II. After the war, Princess Juliana presented 100,000 tulip bulbs to Ottawa in appreciation for what Canada did for the royal family, as well as for Canada’s contribution to the war efforts in liberating the Netherlands.
An international friendship between the two countries is evident in the annual tulip festival, and in the various socio-cultural and economic exchanges that persists up to this day. The actual tulip festival was an idea proposed by world-renowned photographer Malak Karsh, and it was first held in 1953. Since then the event is celebrated every spring (around the time when tulips bloom) and held in many parts of the National Capital Region. Queen Juliana and Princess Margriet (who was the only Dutch royal baby born in Ottawa. The Canadian government temporarily granted a kind of extraterritoriality to a hospital room for the Netherlands to guarantee Princess Margriet’s Dutch citizenship) have also been repeat guests at the tulip festival. The tulip is Ottawa’s official flower and is also a symbol of the lasting relationship between the peoples of Canada and the Netherlands.
We scheduled our trip to coincide with the opening week of the tulip festival. Average daily temperatures were in the upper 50s and 60s Fahrenheit with slight chances of drizzle. A cool breeze constantly circulated through the area, but it was comfortable enough to simply walk around with a light sweater. The sun didn’t set until well past 7PM, and nighttime temperatures dipped to about 30s and 40s (Fahrenheit). I wouldn’t exactly say that we had high expectations about the tulip festival, but we were pretty excited about seeing the tulips in Ottawa. So when we finally arrived on a bright, sunny morning… The tulips had barely begun blooming!

Tulips by Dow's Lake
We were told that Ottawa had been having a cooler-than-usual spring, so the tulips were not yet in full bloom for the festival. I didn’t really know how to feel about the non-event of the tulip festival– Mother Nature is notoriously unpredictable and boy, can she put a damper on one’s enthusiasm or what! There were a lot of other bemused visitors who also came for the festival’s opening week and were somewhat disappointed at the less-than-spectacular showing of the tulips. But in any case, the beautiful city of Ottawa more than made up for the trip.
And here’s where I’d like to write a few words about Ottawa. It’s a fantastic pedestrian-friendly city, not as big and assertive as D.C., but just as historic and picturesque with a distinctly European feel to it (From across the Ottawa River on the Quebec side, Ottawa looks a lot like Prague when the lighting is just right…) Ottawa is populated by around 900,000 people, and the city is still growing. Because of its moderate size and the ease to which one can easily navigate through the streets, there’s actually a small-town feel to the whole city. It’s a lot smaller than Toronto, small enough that my family and I ran into Governor General Johnston twice– Once when he was jogging in Rideau Hall, and the second time when he and one of his daughters jogged past us by Major’s Hill Park. I was pretty impressed by the laid-back attitude of the Governor General. On both occasions I didn’t spot a single security detail jogging with him (Or maybe they were that good that they’re as stealthy as ninjas). The second time we saw the Governor General, we heard someone good-humoredly ask if he was training for a marathon (He wasn’t. I think the Governor General just wanted to have a good jog around the neighborhood). I can’t help but compare that kind of easy access to the Governor General to my city mayor (I usually see my mayor jog with his bodyguards on TV. And I suspect that has more to do with brushing up on his public image than the actual act of keeping in shape).
But for me the best thing about Ottawa is its people. Ottawans are friendly enough (or, as friendly as people can get in a city). And for a bilingual city its size and location, Ottawa has a very diverse demographic. I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many languages being spoken by so many different people from all over the world in one relatively small area. I’m not exactly clear on the percentage of young adults in the area, but it was interesting to see a lot of them socialize in Rideau Centre. The only beef that I have with Ottawa is the absence of a more extensive train system. They already have the O-Train, and I believe there’s a plan to build a light rail of sorts in the future. I could be wrong on my assumptions since we did more walking than commuting by bus. I actually like the convenience of OC Transpo, but I think Ottawa and its immediate suburbs would greatly benefit with the installation of a modest train or light rail system similar to Portland’s MAX Light Rail Service that will run through the downtown core of the city I solemnly swear that Ottawa and Portland aren’t paying me for the bits that I just wrote.

This one is an early bloomer for its kind
As I was saying about Ottawa’s tulips, the festival is actually spread out in specific parts of the city and Gatineau in Quebec. Some are easily accessible on foot or by bus commute, so there were plenty of options for us if we wanted to do some sightseeing along the way. There were some tulip beds all around Ottawa that were blooming during the first week, so the slow start of the festival wasn’t a complete disappointment. Dow’s Lake on the historic Rideau Canal seemed to have the most number of blooms in all of Ottawa and it’s a scenic area to people watch both locals and visitors. The weather actually began to really warm up on, wait for it, the last day of our visit. On the day that we checked out of our hotel, we spent the entire lunchtime strolling along Dow’s Lake and taking some pictures of the tulips before hitting the road for the long drive back home. Only about half of the tulips were blooming in their beds, but it was easy to tell how spectacular the tulips would become when they finally bloom.

Tulips just behind someone's backyard on Dow's Lake
I suppose the most important thing about our ill-timed and regrettably short vacation was that our mother, the Birthday Girl, thoroughly enjoyed her birthday. She actually wanted to stay home and spend a quiet birthday with family and friends like we usually do every year, but my sisters and I wanted to do something a little different for her this year. We thought that taking her to a tulip festival would be fun for everyone. Tulips are a family favorite especially for our mother, and we’ve struggled to grow our own in our garden because the squirrels always got to the bulbs before roots could even set in. So the tulip festival for us is something of a novelty and an occasion for us to really enjoy one of the few things that my family and I collectively share a fondness for. We weren’t especially bothered that the tulips were not yet in full bloom when we arrived in Ottawa because there were so many other FREE things to see and do in the city. I’m sure Canada’s Tulip Festival turned out to be a success, and perhaps the one important lesson that we learned from this trip is, uh, to schedule the next trip to the Canadian Tulip Festival near the end of the event. There’ll be tulips blooming left and right, for sure!
After visiting Ottawa’s tulip festival, we’re thinking of paying a visit to Michigan’s own tulip festival just to see how they celebrate their festival next spring. The Dutch heritage is the main focus that is being celebrated in Holland (Michigan), as opposed to the post-war international friendship that was forged between two nations. Not really sure what to expect, but I will personally try to keep an open mind like I did with Ottawa’s tulip festival.
One last thing… The city where we live doesn’t officially have its own tulip festival. But guess what was waiting for us when we finally got back from Ottawa:

Hi there, human. Where have you been?
Yeah, I don’t even know anymore. It was pretty chilly at home when we left for Ottawa. Then when we got to Ottawa, a warming trend happened in the States while Ottawa’s average temperature barely hovered out of the 60s. So, while we waited for the tulips to bloom up north, the tulips back home were having some kind of fiesta. I guess mom was right, but at least we got to see Ottawa, eh?