Bits Of Babbling

Back on the Information Superhighway

Well, I'm back on the internet! We got back to Meags' apartment on Monday and finally got around to hooking up my laptop - the credit card gods deemed it appropriate that I pay my bill by tomorrow and thus it was quite the necessity.

Today I suffered through the first REAL bit of Canadian cold since I've been here. The cause of this foray into the polar fields was the need to run to the bank and pick up some toonies or loonies or whatever it was (How can anybody take a monetary system seriously when they refer to their own money as loony?) so that we could do laundry. At first we went out in somewhat normal atire, I had on some cargo pants, T-shirt and jacket. We went to inspect the mailbox for any suprises left by the mailman, and by the time we were done I figured I might want to put on some gloves. And a scarf. Perhaps a layer of blubber.

We walked down the treacherous path down the long, long, hill which leads to the heart of Wolfville. This path was filled with dangers, most of which involved slippery ice, wind chill and polar bears, but thankfully the polar bears had the day off today. When we finally made it to the bank our cheeks and noses were quite pink and I found a new love for man's invention of the heater. We went to the nearest teller to dethaw and do some money transaction type stuff. First order of business was obtaining the looney money we sought for laundry, then I also changed some more of my money into the eccentric native currency so we could go out to eat. Native money in hand, we made our way to Meags' place of employment for a bite to eat. If you ever are in Wolfville, Nova Scotia, Canada and find yourself in Paddy's Brew Pub, I advise you try the Irish stew. I found it quite enjoyable.

The way back up the hill was actually more pleasant than the way down since this time the wind blew at our backs rather than our faces. I'm now glad to be back in the warm safety of Meags' apartment. Blending in with the native people may be more difficult than I originally had anticipated, I think some of the patrons of Paddy's might have suspected I was American. Must have been the hat.