barcelona in pictures

gaudi's la pedrera

inside the museum of contemporary art...an amazing museum and the building looked exactly like the architect's mock ups. i'm sure of it. although, davoud's pictures would have been nicer ;)

i want *those* legs...a sculpture on the roof of the joan miro gallery

my one and only shot of the sagrada familia. it's one of those buildings that you buy a postcard of. that, and the light was just not working for me.

no water and no bombs

well, i did make it home successfully albeit delayed and to water that is shut off meaning no shower or washing of face. i was pretty lucky to make it back during the window when the uk airport authorities were still allowing hand luggage and, well, flights.

i'll post the photos seperately as that always seems to turn out better...

i can't even do my laundry. ah well, at least sam put some water aside so i can graciously have a cup of tea.

things i´ve learned

in a few ways, this trip has been cursed from the get go and i do remember saying to davoud and nick as they were driving me to the airport that i was really nervous. not about flying or wearing flip flops in the shower or even walking around solo after dark, but i think i now know what the nervousness was brought on by.

there comes a time in everyone´s life when they are *done* with the hostel. not neccesarily the guesthouse or the budget hotel, but the 6-12 people sleeping in a dorm life. i think there is also a time when you tire of doing things on your own whilst travelling. i saw a lot of extremely fascinating contemporary and outrageous art today and no one there to discuss it with. sometimes i´m just not in the mood to talk to strangers.

so i think that´s it for me on the solo travelling front for a while. well, this trip wasn´t supposed to be solo, but that´s just the way it turned out. it´s not that i haven´t enjoyed myself because i have, but if you asked me if i had fun i think i´d have to say no.

i was also remembering a time when it all seemed to difficult and this land across the sea seemed so far away. it all just doesn´t seem as foreign anymore.

i´ve also learned that there is a henderson´s in every city if you look for it - in barcelona it comes in the form of foodball - and that i can now firmly distinguish between canadian and american accents.

feeling sentimental

...but only because i just read the comment from rebecca. i keep getting all these bizarre flashes to my two month trip two years ago and many of them have been from the time we spent in spain together. i´ll never forget the night in madrid that we both couldn´t sleep so we played cards until god knows when in the morning. or the bottle of sparkling wine we shared in san sebastien on the sea wall to commemorate our last night together. it all just makes me smile.

i hiked up the steps - rather than take the escalators, yes, escalators - to the national museum of art today. i realised that i take a completely different approach to museum going these days after working in one so i was quite happy to do the survey as i left. also visited the joan miro foundation, which was not that great. although that probably had something to do with the fact that i´m not a huge miro fan.

i do have a little bit of a rant about people who visit galleries. please *please* stop taking pictures. i know you said that you turned your flash off, but every incidental flash is taking away a bit of colour from the masterpiece in front of you! just go downstairs to the bookshop and buy the freakin´postcard goddammit!

*ahem*

went to the beach again this afternoon, but got rained out eventually with what turned into a great thunderstorm. i like cities after rain like that. the streets were virtually empty as people stayed inside until it was completely finished, a rare treat in this bustling town.

back in barcelona

weird. even the commands on blogger are in spanish!

well, back in barcelona and its actually been hard to believe that its almost been two whole years since i set foot in spain. this is definitely still on of my favourite cities, it just has absolutely everything.

i spent much of today wandering around. i actually used my lonely planet city guide to take myself on the modernista meander around a lot of the architecture in the city...with a quick detour past the sagrada familia. i was really impressed by it the first time i was here, but this time it really did seem like a building being tackled by too many architects trying on their egos for size. still, a masterpiece and the most visited unfinished building in the world.

since the museums weren´t open today, i decided that i was beach bound this afternoon. it was disappointing that i couldn´t go swimming since i had no one to watch my precious belongings, but i still managed to stay their for four hours. and yes, i was wearing my sunscreen. and no, i did not get burnt.

i have to head out now and find some food as i´m absolutely famished. this is the part i hate about travelling on my own...table for one, please.

a little shocked

i'd had this thought a few months ago that it might be nice to buy a house or a flat, but i thought there was no way anyone would give me mortage; a year ago they wouldn't even open a proper bank account.

but after receiving my tax return and opening a nice little isa (kind of like a money market or mutual fund) they asked me if i'd ever considered getting a mortage. so back i went to the bank yesterday and was promptly informed by the mortage advisor that yes, indeed i could buy a house and they would lend me the money to do it.

how crazy is that? so now i'm actually seriously considering getting on the property ladder. there is lots for me to think about and take into account, but at least i know its a possibility.

i've just been lazing around the past few days...going out for lunch, seeing movies, watching seinfeld, cleaning, doing yoga...and sometimes remembering to eat. i have trouble with meals when i don't have a routine.

going down to cov tomorrow to stay with davoud and anna before i fly out to barcelona on sunday evening. probably won't get any postings until i get to spain...and if they still have internet in the hostel i promise to post from there.

i'm off to be a culture vulture.

it was massive

i finished work at school on friday and after spending a pleasant evening - with slight celebratory tones - with val and sofian i took the train down to cov on saturday, although i did feel quite weary. got a chance on saturday night to catch up with the canley crew and cook them some canneloni, although i think we'll excuse abi from actually stuffing the pasta next time ;)

on sunday, dipak, davoud, nick and i jumped in a hire car and whisked ourselves - via 3 pubs and one with *very expensive* whisky, so expensive we had to cancel our order - to westonbirt arboretum in gloucester for the massive attack gig. and boy, was it massive. it was probably one of the best gigs i've ever been too. it's actually hard to find words to describe it other than - and i have to give nick credit for this one - dirty bass my brother. the weather was quite pleasant to start off with, but took a bit of a turn when we were waiting for the main act to show...

dipak, davoud and nick taking cover whilst i get the job of taking the photos.

kicked around cov on monday and then came back up to the pool on monday night. i went to see superman returns yesterday, which was actually really good and i was impressed that someone other than christopher reeve could pull it off. it was actually the lois lane that i missed most.



in other news, i got my tax return in the mail this morning. wahay! we'll just see how much of it i actually lose on the conversion. the joys of moving to another country.

yaaarrrrrr!

i really like pirates. the invitations for my kids birthday party were pirates and i love pirate jokes. i don't really know how it all started - truth be told i think it was kathy influenced - so going to see pirates of the caribbean tonight with val was much fun. and you've gotta love a trilogy...cliffhangers are your friend.

my last official day in the office aka school is friday, which is kind of exciting! i have two or potential three weeks off in between jobs all depending on when the school decides to stop paying me. i don't want to be getting paid by two employers at once and end up in tax hell. i've had enough trouble trying to sort my pension out!

running summer school this week also means that i'm having my late afternoons free to do yoga and run errands. it seems the extreme heat may have finally broken today as i arrived home for once not drenched in sweat after my train ride home.

going glasgow

i decided to take a wee trip to the land of kilts and good whisky - not whisk(e)y - this weekend. partly as an exercise to clear my head, but also to celebrate a landmark anniversary.

it was a pretty big one for me now that i think about it. i've made it a whole year living in the uk and to some degree i think i've been successful in actually creating a life for myself. the honeymoon period is definitely over, but i don't think that fact really hit me until this weekend either. it's been over for months without me even realising.

after having shared so many good times in edinburgh it was hard to explore its scottish counterpart of glasgow on my own. glasgow is more of a *city* that's for sure. not being the capital there seems to be less money floating around and more grit. but i should like grit, right? i do after all live in the pool. scouseland.

i spent most of my first afternoon finding my way around after discovering as i was walking to my guest house that i was staying practically right next to the glasgow school of art - i can hear j9 squealing from here - which was really cool and one of the things i wanted to check out. the glasgow museum of modern art is also worth checking out, but it was the newly refurbished kelvingrove museum that renewed by faith in...well...just about everything.

the picture to your right is the installation in the main hallway that was what really drew me into the place. i'd seen a little piece on the news about the reopening of this museum, which is what made me want to check it out. the collection is now curating in such a way that objects are placed next to each other beause of their relationship with each other, not just their historic context. the art discovery space actually plays on the fact that people read text panels in museums and galleries and asks direct questions about the art it *wants* you to look at.

how smart is that? i have new respect for interpretation in museums and it made me even happier that i'm now going to be back in a gallery setting. back in my favorite reality amongst beautiful objects and simply trying to comprehend their provenance and age.

now i'm going to try and do some sewing on the machine i inherited from val. that is if i can figure out how to work it and, well, it still works.

more new beginnings

so i've decided to take that post back at nml. after the gallery education workshop i did at the tate in june, i concluded that i really wanted to be in the learning environment, but in a gallery or museum setting. problem is that those jobs are so competitive! i resigned myself to gaining as much experience in arts education by staying at the school in my current post when this offer came along.

and when the perfect job comes along, at the perfect place, working with a team of people you really get on with...you just can't pass that up.

the resignation today was unfortunately really horrid today, but now that the hard part's over i hope i'll be able to leave everything in good order.

i've also decided to go to glasgow for the weekend on my own. for two reasons really: i need to get away on my own and relax because things have been so hectic since i left canada *and* it's officially my one year anniversary in the uk on friday so what better way to celebrate then visiting yet another city.

...that and it will be at least three degrees cooler in scotland and with this heat wave we've been having that is extraordinarily tempting!

sunny weekend

i think the roller coaster finally slowed down a bit. the awards event i organised on thursday night was a great success, i got my yoga dvd - finally - in the post from the u.s., i was offered a job back at the museum as a learning officer for one of the art galleries, and everyone on this side of the pond seemed to be in good health.

the beginning of the week was a bit stressful. getting ready for the event was just busy and working with staff who've never *seen* the behind the scenes of an event. dipak totalled his car on a lamp post, but thankfully is just fine. lucky boy.

but the weekend has turned out really nice. i went out for a few drinks on friday night, walked to lark lane on saturday afternoon for lunch with sam and dipak, and stopped off for some frisbee in wavertree park with sofian on the way back home.

last night was my first night *out* in liverpool in a long time so i think today will be a quiet one. not because i'm hungover today at all, but because my drinking counterparts just aren't as hardcore as i am ;)

time to be a guitar star

i played my guitar tonight for the first time in too long. i had a mini-session with ron when i was home and was slightly ashamed of myself afterwards. i realised that the only times i really played in the uk was when i visited davoud's house...and that hasn't been very often as of late.

after living on my own for two and some odd years, it's been difficult to adjust to some of those roommate things that you just stop thinking about. things like walking around the house naked, doing the washing up, not stomping up and down the stairs when you're pissed off its monday morning, and practicing on the guitar.

i don't really mind playing for people anymore, although that was a hurdle itself, but i can't seem to just pick it up and practice when sam's at home. she wouldn't mind, i know, but if she thought i was crap i think she might object. we get enough soka beats, r&b, and random england football songs blaring from each of our neighbours to give enough ambiance to this place at times.

so i'll just make a concerted effort at the moment to practice when she's not at home. it will be like when i do my yoga. it just shouldn't be witnessed or heard by others.

i felt it was time for a photo

from way back when...val and i played a riveting game of air hockey at the prater amusement park in vienna...and i won.

val has finally moved down to liverpool aka livalpool for at least a year. it will be great to have some family in town and a fellow canadian to vent to about anything british bugging me. she's moved in - almost, but not quite - to this really swanky flat in the east village. i think liverpool is trying to sound a little bit like nyc on this one, but we'll let them have it.

i don't have any plans for the weekend, which is kind of nice. i'm just going to take it easy, hopefully catch up with a few people, and watch the world cup final tomorrow night.

back now

enough of all the sentimental tacky crap...back to the day to day life stuff.

i couldn't help but be homesick, no one can fault me with that, but now i'll go back to living life. and right now, life is here. i just have to keep telling myself "lauren, you don't *live* in canada anymore." as soon as people at work stop asking me "so did you want to come back? i bet you didn't want to come back. is it horrible being back?" i'll start to feel more normal.

i went to see "good night, and good luck" tonight. i was actually kind of surprised that i enjoyed it in a weird documentary with george clooney kind of way. it made me never want to turn on the television again unless i was watching the news or sport. when i did live in canada, i didn't really watch all that much television at all, but since i've moved here my habits have changed.

maybe it's because the television is the main focal point in our living room. maybe it's because it's so big you can't help but stare at it. most likely it's because i haven't always had the internet at home to entertain me.

anyway, the movie is worth a view.

we're currently in the middle of a heat wave, which i'm absolutely loving apart from the fact that there are hundreds of sweaty miserable children about everyday. bring on the thunderboomers!

my two lives

it feels like i'm fulfilling my gemini destiny.

i have these two lives. there's one that i've lived all of my life back home in canada. it has its own history, players and storylines, and truth be told it's the one i love most and will return to. then there's the most recent one on this side of the pond that seems to have developed so greatly in the past year. it already has its own history, players and storylines, but its extraordinarily young in comparison. it's hard to reconcile two things with each other that are so completely different, yet that's what i've been trying to do since i got back.

i guess i assumed that i would visit home and everything would be the same; nothing would have changed. on the surface, that is exactly how it was, but everyone i know has had day to day experiences while i've been gone (how dare you go on without me! kidding...), babies have been born, buildings have appeared out of holes in the ground, wood has aged, but at least the scotch hasn't.

it feels like my trip home was a million years ago and that i never really left liverpool at all. but then it also feels like i've just arrived here and i'm still trying to find my feet. i thought that bringing some of home back with me or that bringing some of this life back home was going to be an instant marriage of like minded lives, but on that point i think i was wrong.

a few people have asked me whether i'm happier here in the uk. i'm happier than when i left montreal that's for sure, but there's always going to be this little tiny part of me that just can't quite adjust. that part will always remain in the various places i call home back on the other side of the pond: in montreal, in the backyard in markham, on very straight roads, on the dock at the cottage or sitting at the dining room table after supper, and most importantly in the company of my friends and family.

i know it's all sentimental and soppy, and i love everyone over here i do, but i can't help but feel at least a little homesick right now...i've only been back 3 days!

toronto and driving pics

down at the beaches...the dog was too funny to watch

driving somewhere during the thousands of kilometres we racked up

driving...dipak too enough pictures to animate a short film ;)

dipak at nancy's restaurant local 4 on dundonald just of yonge...check it out next time you're in the city

a break for a few canadian pints...with the grand old cn tower in the background

goderich & kid pics

jamie...too cute for words

brian...slightly stunned, but *such* a ham

jack post painting attempting to clean himself up

the first words out of jack and abby's mouths after we discovered the painting they had done were "i'm sorry daddy"...of course we were all laughing hysterically

two proud painters...abby and jack

montreal pics

totally lost the water gun fight i had with mathieu

asha and i at her place in st. anicet

one of the many pics dipak took while we were driving of one of the only exciting things between goderich and montreal...the BIG apple

me and mathieu being pirates (why couldn't the pirate go see the movie? because it was rated arrrrrrrrrr!)

j9 in heavy contemplation over whether she should have another pint

oka pics

tim, ronnie, me, dipak, jason (taking a picture of kristy), svetla and ezra soaking up the last of the oka sun

peeka! yes, there really was a portapotty. just look at how well j9 models it...

dolly looking over the beautiful view

man, that's a lot of tequila

definitely one of my favorite pictures...dipak and ronnie debating whether the field is soy or corn

cottage pics

i know that my dad is holding the fish, but i actually caught it! it was just too slimey for my delicate hands...AND by the way, my dad wanted me to mention that we didn't keep it. its swimming around the lake so it can get bigger and we can catch him again next year ;)

evening red wine dock drinking - quite the view

some good ol' canadian beer on the dock...and my foot

this is one of those pictures that i take that afterwards makes me think "did i actually take that photo?"

scenes from the boat ride on our first night there. for those of you not privy to much cottage knowledge, it's on blackstone lake just south of Parry Sound, Ontario.

return to the land of windy roads

well i'm back. slightly jet lagged and trying *not* to have a nap in the hopes that i can go to sleep at a decent hour and not feel like a complete zombie when i wake up at 6:30 tomorrow morning to go to work.

the trip was indescribable in many ways. i'm still trying to come to grips with how it felt to be home. events that may have seemed normal had i still been living at home became strangely magnified because of the short time i was able to consume pitchers of beer and drive slowly on straight roads. nevertheless it was awesome. i packed in as much as i possible could, but still didn't have enough time.

it's weird to be back in liverpool and completely alone - sam is in spain - after being surrounded by so much love and laughter over the past couple weeks. maybe i'm not quite as much of a loner as i thought ;)

in any case...i think the pictures illustrate it better than words at this point.

but thanks to everyone who put us up at their homes, shared their time and energy, and made that quote that val sent me ages ago ring true:

home is not where you live but where they understand you - christian morgenstern

cause darryl told me to

its not often that i do things my brother tells me too seeing as he should be crowned the king of mr. forgetful, but here's the itinerary for the trip home in case you need it...well, cause some of you have been asking for it.

june 16 arrive home at 19:15 (!) spend night in markham
june 17 spend night in toronto
june 18 spend night in markham; meet up with all the fathers!
june 19 visit terra cotta and spend the night in goderich
june 20 drive to montreal and stay there until...
june 24 spend the night at linda and robert's annual st. jean baptiste bash...porto potty and all
june 25 drive to the cottage and stay at the cottage until...
june 29 take kathy to the airport and spend the night in markham
june 30 fly back to the uk
july 1 wake up on canada day, but *not* in canada

so, hopefully i'll be seeing all of you in the next two weeks, but please don't be offended if i miss you. its going to be a jam packed two weeks.

for you montreal folk who want to catch up, i'll be at brutopia/madhatters on thursday 22 june from 5 pm. sounds like i'm sorta celebrity or something ;)

the london times

its weird how not being a big city for a while completely changes your perceptions of things. i found myself on the tube at rush hour packed in a la metro in montreal and hot with summer. i enjoy my city (town really ;) of liverpool and the fact that you can walk from one end of the city centre to the other in 20 minutes if you hit all the green lights.

but london was great. i went to the v&a gallery and tate modern the day i got there. it was fabulous to see some interesting art, sit outside and watch kids running around in freezing cold water and generally be entertained.

stuart mclean was reading at daunt books in a cozy part of london that night so i went and tried not to get too teary. i did speak to him afterwards - my second official meeting! - and my homesickness was temporarily cured. afterwards i continued on my canadiana tour by heading to the maple leaf pub to catch some hockey and although thwarted by a couple of drunk australians, i did end up meeting a couple of very nice edmontonians that i spoke to for most of the night.

i went shopping on oxford street the next day - always quite the experience - and then met up with dipak to have dinner and go see hawksley workman who was, as always, utterly amazing. the venue was so small and i was so close that i was only 6 inches away from grabbing the set list from beside the microphone.

the rest of my week off was very relaxing. much time spent relaxing in the backyard in coventry, cooking, cleaning and reading...

and now works going to be a little crazy as i try and get ready to come home. hooray!

fun with face paints

so julie (the visual arts learning support assistant at school) was kind enough to give me face paints for my birthday. more specifically my little kids birthday party.

peter sporting a shamrock...you should have heard him say "stay away from my lucky charms" on helium.

well, one of us had to do it...and i had the paintbrush. apparently when val went back to hotel they thought it was blood. i swear, i didn't swing at the pinata *that* wildly.

now, there was some debate over what this actual was by some of the members of the crowd with a more critical eye...but i think its the prettiest darn sun ever and peter's got artistic skills.

last night dipak, peter and i went to the fun fair around the corner after dinner. it was a bit cheesy, but gave us all that warm fuzzy feeling of being an adolescent and having nothing better to do than pay way too much money to go on really crappy rides. but the water raft was fun...and we're going back on friday.

i'm off to london in about 10 mins and will be there for the next couple of days soaking up some culture...(coventry will make you crave it)...and enjoying walking around in the sunshine. the real one, not the painted version ;)

birthday pics

the pinatas before their bashing...

davoud and i pretending we're actually small children

i'd just like to remark on how happy i look to be beating a pineapple (thanks to dipak, abi and peter for their pinata making and decorating skills...much fun). and peter doesn't look that scared, although he is hiding behind a tree...

sam, dipak and kel after some nightime bouncing fun

birthday round up

birthdays are strange. there there one minute - or two weeks if you're talented enough to drag them out for a bit - and then gone the next.

my actual birthday was really nice. my fellow art colleagues at school got me a birthday cake and a load of presents and i left work shortly after lunch to head down to coventry. i got lots of family phone calls in the morning, which made me happy but with a little tinge of sadness...but i'll be home soon. dipak and i went to dinner at brown's before meeting anna and davoud to head to the warwick arts centre to see martha wainwright.

the show was fabulous as usual. she's always extremely entertaining and an awesome performer; everyone should go see her at least once. and to our pleasant surprise her mum kate mcgarrigle showed up after a few songs and was her back-up band for about half of the show. i was quite proud of myself and only teared up three times.

saturday was all prep for the madness of the birthday party on sunday - bouncy castle, little kids pool filled with ice and beer, two bbqs, two pinatas, decorate your own cupcakes, and much fun had by all...

here's some of the photos to prove it...i'll get my up later.

so thanks to the canley crew for letting me use their house and lovely backyard (i did mop the floors and clean up today!) and everyone who generally helped out and showed up. much fun.

off again this week so i'll be heading down to london for a couple of days to see stuart mclean, hawksley workman and go to the maple leaf pub to hopefully catch some hockey action.

the book of stuart

many moons ago whilst at the cottage on a sunday afternoon, i was introduced by my dad and stepmum christine to the delights of stuart mclean. just the name conjures all sorts of nostalgia in my voice now that my sundays no longer really have that special something...its just been missing since i moved to the uk.

but from that one sunday stuart brought me and so many people together. i went to my first stuart show with elaine a few years ago at christmas. there are some moments that bond people together for life and the end of that show was one of them. if i hadn't gone to that show, i probably wouldn't have met erik, tim or michelle. i'd been riding the bus with erik (and tim!) for months, but it took sitting next to them in the *front row* of a stuart mclean christmas show to get us talking. i'll know that family forever too.

there's just something about stuart...

so a few months ago when i found out stuart was to embark on a uk tour, i became quite determined to see him (and i will next week in london!) but also encouraged my friends down in cov to go see him at the warwick arts centre. dipak, abby, ruby, dan and peter (the housemates aka the canley crew) went to see him read up close and personal last night.

when i got the report las night - i couldn't wait to hear what they thought - they all were a bit apprehensive at first because they didn't know what to expect, but apparently it was the raccoon story that swayed them. then dipak told me that he spoke to stuart afterwards about all the canadianna headed our way this week with martha wainwright, hawksley workman, and my own stuart reading in london. you'd think i was trying to brainwash people.

there's a signed copy of the vinyl cafe unplugged waiting for me when i arrive in cov on friday evening and i couldn't ask for a better birthday present. it will kind of be like holding all that i love about home and canada in my hands.

my right foot

so, we all remember how i went to the hospital a couple of weeks ago for x-rays, right?

i went to the doctor yesterday morning for my follow up appointment and surprise! my foot has actually been fractured in *two* places for almost four months. it is now classified as a *healing* fracture and i have to go back in four months for another x-ray to see if its healed.

i am supposed to stay off my feet as much as possible, get some birkenstocks for the summer and some better trainers. i should put *as much between me and the ground as possible.* so, my bike is okay, piggy backs, cars, swimming...

but no dancing for four months and an extreme lack of bouncy castle jumping at my birthday party next weekend.

the rest of the weekend

so, apart from the fa cup i did have quite the fun weekend. andrew and chin were up visiting because of the women's 10k race - which sam, kel and chin had entered - and sam and kel's birthday kick off.

we all went out on friday night after birthday cake numnber 1 - guinness chocolate cake - visited korova and heebeejeebees. as a consequence i was feeling a bit ropey for the fa cup final the next day and only had one pint of beer ;)

val was in town on saturday night with two friends who were visiting from canada so i had the chance to talk hockey and bash the conservative government over some really nice japanese food. we were entertained by this british guy there with his family who swore there was a movie better than deliverance that featured mounties. i think the champagne (CAM-PAG-KNEE) was going to his head.

on sunday morning we went to cheer on the girls for the women's 10k run. inspired us all for a brief moment to want to start running. to be fair, i wouldn't have stopped running had i not hurt my ankle and then subsequently my foot.

with so much happening the weekend passed too quickly and left me wanting more.

fa cup

on saturday i had my first dose of absolute football fanatcism. i joined rich and badders et al at the flute (the pub always frequented for watching important football matches) for the liverpool vs. west ham fa cup final. i still have trouble wrapping my head around the fact that the same team can actually play for more than one cup, meaning that there isn't just one be all and end all competition like the stanley cup.

the game was really tight, even though liverpool played really poorly for most of the game, which meant extra time and penalty shots. in the end, liverpool was victorious and brought home another cup (last year it was the champions league cup). its strange to have the team i support actually *win* things.

what was amazing was the pub breaking into absolutely choreographed football songs and generally doing what sports fans do: getting really happy when they're doing well and swearing at the players when they're playing poorly.

it did make me miss hockey thought because you still can't get *that* excited about it when its not your sport. it was probably a little more painful knowing that hockey is on nearly every night of the week thanks to the stanley cup final. i am rooting from over the pond for edmonton...its all about the underdog.

but apparently i belong in...

You Belong in Dublin

Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions. You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.

What European City Do You Belong In?

more edinburgh pix

you can check out a few more pictures from edinburgh on davoud's flickr page

enjoy! and they were all taken with my itsy bitsy camera.

kids birthday party

so this year for my 25th (not 26th mum) i'm planning a little kids birthday party complete with invites, birthday hats, loot bags, cupcakes, a bouncy castle...and of course a party dress.

i was thinking it was time to do something different because i'm not in the mood to just go out on the town. davoud (star that he is) found out that martha wainwright is playing an acoustic show at warwick arts centre near coventry, so the party's moved to dipak's house.

the week after i'm off again and found out hawksley workman is playing in london on june 1st *and* stuart mclean is reading at a book shop in london on may 31st! what great canadian luck and the makings of a marvelous post birthday week.

summerbreeze

so the slight change in british seasons has taken place and its officially summer. the last two days have been sunshiney and warm all over the uk it seems. warm enough to go for a post work pint with sam, kel and lou at the willow bank last night.

i finally went and had my foot x-rayed yesterday. i found myself at broad green hospital, but when you walk into the grounds of this place it looks like a little village. it was loads of little house like buildings and not the massive structure i'm used to. thought i was going to get lost in there to be honest.

feels like i'm back in the swing of things at work and i'm liking this job. there are lots of good things happening.

hooray...twas just a firefox update...

davoud and dipak. i do love these boys.





















the eagles pose, much more enthusiasm than the previous attempt.











had to take this one...too funny.
















davoud's shot of the new scottish parliament. stunning.











the view from our lovely apartment...with my feet.

garden of edinburgh

quite possibly officially my favorite place in the uk. absolutely phenomenal...and the company wasn't bad either.

i've been trying to upload the pictures, but it is taking too long and i'm losing patience. so, the report. friday night we arrived at twilight. i met dipak and davoud at the arrivals gate and have to admit i got a little teary eyed when all the little kids were saying hello to their grandparents.

we took the bus into town, eventually navigated ourselves to the apartment we'd rented - davoud was holding the map - kicked off some shoes and went in search of food. had some thai and then went back to the apartment to work on a bottle of scotch.

saturday was absolutely stunning, which meant lots of park sitting, frisbee playing and a little beer drinking. we ate at our now favorite restaurant in edinburgh, henderson's. its all organic, vegetarian, and wholefood goodness. mmmm. i cooked dinner for the boys that night and we just chilled out at home with some more whisky.

sunday starting out a little cloudy so we wandered up to the scotch whisky heritage centre for some tasting, barrel rides, and purchasing. once the sun came out we were back at the park with the frisbee.

that night we go down as one of the best nights ever...mainly because we found the bartender from heaven - i'm telling you it should be edenburgh - chris who made us the most delectable old fashioneds. amazing.

it was an awesome weekend. great food, great drink, amazing company, awesome weather, card playing - although dipak does need to learn that 8 comes before 9 - delayed flights, amazing photos (i'll try to sort that out soon) and just general loveliness. the kind of weekend that makes you actually believe that the week, that pesky working time, doesn't even exist.