Winnipeg Day 2

Day two of our vacation will be done via photo journal. The laryngitis I had while we were away has morphed into a full blown summer cold. It is awesome.

We headed downtown to check out The Forks, or the place where the Red River and Assinboine River meet. It's been a meeting place for Aboriginals for thousands of years and there is lots of history. I am guessing that's why there are cobblestone streets in the area. I loved them, so full of charm.

There is also a fabulous skate park. Old meets new if you will.

I think this mantra probably would have served our ancestors, both white and Aboriginal, well and it also works well for the youth of today who frequent the park.

Hey dudes, don't you, like, need some wheels?

Jay could not be outdone, he had to show 'em how it's done.

This was a neat structure around the plaques to commemorate the history of the area.

The top of a bridge that you could see from the bank of the river.


And our intended destination, the Manitoba Children's Museum. It was fabulous and the hit was the locomotive and rail car.

Here they are, Jack is plugging his ears at the recorded engine sounds.

After the museum, we headed the The Forks Market, which reminds me of the markets in Vancouver at Granville Island and Longsdale Quay. Very quaint and the cinnamon buns we purchased were delish.

Next up, I left the boys water sliding at the hotel and hit the mall for some girl time with Cheryl, who doesn't have her own blog, though she SHOULD! I work with Cheryl and she and I exchange emails very frequently.

We shopped hard and we talked. non. stop. The laryngitis I mentioned? The result of a seven hour gab session with a great friend (not really, it's a virus but I am certain the talking didn't help). Don't worry we didn't shop for the entire seven hours, with my track record the house would have been repossessed after a shopping spree of that duration.

Turn out we both have hang ups, me with my abdomen and her with black. I was frequently heard saying, "Cheryl, not the black one, pick some colour" and she was frequently heard saying, "you don't have rolls!" after watching me sweep my hand over my abdomen asking, "Does this shirt show my rolls?"

For the record? I do have rolls, but if camoflauged by the right shirt, no one will ever know. Oh I guess you do now, given that I just posted it on the internet. Ah well, what good are secrets anyway.

After dinner and coffee, we called it a night. The only problem, we live too far away from each other to do that often enough for my liking.

Stay tuned for Day 3, it involves an amusement park, some funky mirrors and me on a skim board. Trust me, you'll want to come back for that.