48 Hours

Holla ballas.

So since my last post...I'm finding myself less often in a constant state of mental breakdown. That's good, right? Hope so. I decided to give myself until the 19th of December to think about what I want to do. I think that I'll end up staying until Port Colborne, and re-evaluate there, unless the next two weeks are completely insufferable.

This past weekend was FANTASTIC. On friday, Melina drove us to Summerside so we could catch the bus from there to Charlottetown. We got there at about 5.30 and grabbed some dinner at Timmy Hoes. Our bus didn't leave till 10.30 that night, so Cynthia and I took advantage of the couple hours we had to kill to go get some piercings we had been talking about for a while. The piercing studio was really nice - clean and everything. The piercer had 8 years of experience too, which made us both feel really comfortable. AND they had a buy one, get one half off deal! So for $60 i got the upper, outer ridge of my right ear pierced as well as the rook of my left ear. The first one didn't hurt too much, but the second one killed. If you don't know what those are, then google them.





We got to Charlottetown just after 11pm and took a cab to our hotel. A few people went out, but since I'm 18 and the legal age here is 19, there wasn't much for the rest of us to do. I had the worst sleep of my life that night, thanks to the fact that it hurt to sleep on both sides of my head. At 9.00 Saturday morning, Krista, Cyn, Frede, Amy and I had breakfast at the hotel and then headed out to walk to the Farmer's Market. People on this island have an issue with walking, i think. It was like a mile and a half to the market but the few people we asked about which way to go were all like ''Do you have a car?'', ''You know that's like half an hour away, right?''. Big freaking deal. It took 20 minutes to get there. Anyways, enough about islanders being lazy.





At the Farmer's Market, we found ''Postman Pat" who we met last time we were there, quite a few weeks back with the whole group. Krista and I had spent quite a long time talking with him and then he sent us awayu with 2 bags of these huge Cowboy Cookies (so so so good, oh lord). So this time, we wanted to bring him something to thank him. Last week, I made half a dozen jars of beets and Krista suggested we bring him one. The jar got as far as the hotel...but then Krista forgot it there that morning. Oh well. It's the thought that counts, right? We visited with him some more that morning and also ran into the Wellington group. After lunch, we walked downtown. There was a band playing at a little music store, I forget their name but they're from O'Leary which is super close to Alberton. We hung out there for a bit, then checked out another vinyl and vintage store before settling down at a café called Beanz. It was kind of cold outside so we just killed quite a bit of time at the café. I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of my mom, who's flight came in at 5.30 that evening. At about 4.30, i took a cab to the airport. Once she got there, the two of us took a taxi to the Delta, stopping by the EconoLodge to pick up my stuff from friday night. We hung out in the room while we unpacked; she had my Christmas presents, new running shoes and some food from my dad (Kudos on the granola, poopsie. It's amazing. And almost all eaten already...) and I had all the gifts that I wanted to send home with her for the whole family, as well as some clothes I don't think I'll be needing.


We had a really nice dinner together at the Delta's restaurant. I ordered their "Vegetable Tower", which was black rice, these dumpling things, vegetables and tofu all layered together with this amazing curry sauce. The only part i wasn't a huge fan of was the tofu, because it was really soft and the texture kind of sketched me out. The waiter came by to see how we were doing and was like "Oh, so you're not a huge fan of the tofu?". I said that I just didn't really like the texture..but i kind of mumbled it. I didn't want to be rude...the rest was phenomenal, I just, well, didn't really like the texture. A minute or so later, the head waitress lady came out to see how everything was. I told her it was wonderful, as did my mom (because her chicken was also fantastic). Then, a few minutes after that, the CHEF comes out to see how everything is. I swear it's because I didn't eat the tofu. It was like it was this huge offense or something. Whatever. I found the degree of concern they showed quite entertaining.



I was ridiculously tired after that...we went back to the room and chilled. Our TV didn't work for a while, so someone came to fix that. (All he did was turn it off and back on again...) And Mom ordered a $14 glass of wine which was funny. I crashed pretty early, as did she.


On Sunday, we slept in (according to our definition of "sleeping in", of course) and then had breakfast downstairs again. After that, we went out to meet up with Amy, Krista, Cyn and Frede for coffee at Beanz, so my mom could meet them. Then, we just wandered around the area for a while, checked out some shops and stuff and then had a late lunch at the cutest little restaurant ever, that was hidden in a little side street. If you ever go to Charlottetown (which i wouldn't necessarily reccomend, especially in the winter), go find the restaurant "Off Broadway". It's this cute little place, with maybe half a dozen tables in an old, brick building. The inside is all dark and ambiance-ey and private, and the food was fabulous.

By the time we were done there, it was time to go back to the Delta, get all my stuff and take a cab to the bus station, so I could go back to Summerside. It kind of sucked that my mom and I barely got any time together, but I really enjoyed it (based on my state of mind recently, the timing was perfect). And hey, a short visit is better than no visit at all. If you're reading this, Mom, thanks for coming down. I'm ridiculously happy that I got to see you before Christmas. Phew.

When we got to Summerside, we waited for Melina to pick us up at the bus station then since the weather was kind of bad, we all went to the Sumemrside house and waited there for the PL's to decide if it was safe enough to drive back to Alberton that night. We probably could have gotten halfway there in the amount of time they spent deliberating about it. In the end, we went, leaving behind our two house managers, Mat and PM, sice they would have had to come back to Summerside yesterday anyways to do the grocery shopping.


So! Christmas is in 16 days and we have less than a month left in Alberton. Hmm. I'm not gonna lie...I'm not especially looking forward to Christmas...it's going to be really tough not being at home with my family and friends. Oh well... it's only one year and I have a lifetime's worth of Christmases ahead of me to be at home for.

Right?