Before and After
If you ever happen to be loitering at the corner of 14th St. and 17th Ave. SW in Calgary, do stop into the Indonesian restaurant that’s located there. It’s right next to a Russian Deli (which happens to serve donairs) and kiddie corner to “The Chocolate Bar.” Sorry, Andrew, but the name has been taken.
That would be my Grandma and me. In case you were wondering, she's the one on the left. This was on Mother's Day, so she has a full bouquet of flowers compliments of my Dad. It was a great visit, although she managed to beat me at canasta (a card game) twice. This is actually quite remarkable because she literally never wins. It's mainly because she can't hold her cards for that long, so she developed a system (stapled two plastic coffee tin lids together). Apparently it worked like a charm because I got beat up pretty bad.
Quotes of the Day:
If I look back at all the battles I’ve had with the sun, I’m almost positive that my winning percentage is .000.
This just in from the land down under…compliments of Kelsey:
There’s nothing quite as intimidating as the mall. Inside its walls is a culture that is foreign to some, and practically alien to me. It is a land of teenagers and parents; money pits and money trees. You see kids not old enough to drive blabbing away on cell phones, wearing the newest fashions from GAP and Old Navy, walking in their little groups of three or four. No doubt their day started with, “Hey, wanna go to the mall?”
While sitting in a little Goan café with my sister, the owner (a British guy) was telling us about a book that was a great read for anyone that had been to India. From what he was saying, it sounded like the main character was nuts. And, after all, I wasn’t the biggest reader at the best of times, so who knew if I would ever get to it.
It just occurred to me that an outdoor kitchen is the logical next step to improving my BBQ’ing ability. Now that the weather is warm and sunny, why not prepare food outside?
Had a delightful visit with Nicholas, the crazy Canadian I met in India, last Tuesday. Little did I know, this guy can cook. He whipped up some prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, white wine chicken and mushrooms, and some wild rice. I wonder if a stereotype is going around India that all Canadians are adept in the kitchen….
Tomorrow will take me to the next stop on my mini-Canadian tour: Kelowna. I'll get to visit with my Grandma and meet up with Nicholas, the crazy Canadian that I met in Chandigarh. No doubt it'll be a bit weird talking to him without a 650mL bottle of Indian acid, errr, beer in hand and cake all over my face. Actually, the last vivid memory I have with Nick is the epic showdown known as the Alcolympics. That was definitely good times.
"Things got a little out of hand when my Ukrainian Uncle made us take shots of olive oil." -My Brother, Rory.
There's nothing like going back to your high school five years after graduation. Five years after you made a pledge never to return to that hole unless forced at gun point.
Went out for an "easy" ride with the local cycling group today. Whenever you hear the phrase "easy ride," it's pretty much code for "we're gonna warm up at 31 km/h and finish off at about 41 km/h. Oh, and there's a big hill in there somewhere as well."
One unfortunate part of driving in Canada is the hazard that is deer darting across the road in front of traffic. On the way back from Calgary last night, four these creatures met an untimely end. It was weird because each one I saw got progressively worse: the first one was largely in tact, while the last one was completely mangled. Mind the gory details.
I’ll be taking my act back to my hometown today. It’ll only be a week or so, and then it’s off to Thunder Bay, Ontario to visit my Grandma. I suppose when you can’t travel overseas, you might as well do it in your own country.
Kelsey has landed safely in New Zealand. I've given her strict orders to write "blog worthy" emails, so we'll see how that goes. Here is her first installment: