The Second...day

It was quite amusing yesterday, I have to say. It was, perhaps, the most ridiculous thing I've done in a long time. Get up at 7 (which my body clock told me was 12, and told Rob's body clock it was 7) breakfast at 10 (or 3) and etc. etc.

It snowed. It was good snow. Packing, not powdery, wet and good. We had an unscheduled snowball fight. It did seem to be the first port of call after breakfast, washing, sitting watching 'Danger! Something Something'. I got Rob in the groin, entirely by mistake, because I cannot throw accurately at all. Then Rob got crazy and started shoveling snow on Bethany. We were debating whether to start a fight with the kids in school across the road...they were behind railings so we were safe, but we decided against it after seeing their pinpoint accuracy against each other.

Here are some snowmen. We contemplate making a larger one dressing it in Mark's clothes passport and all, but we just didn't have time. Maybe today.









We were briefly shown Yorkdale, or 'The Dale of York' a 'small' shopping mall in the area of Yorkdale. I had some excellent Greek food from a fastfood place with kebab meat that tasted good without having to have two beers first. My coffee cup point at this point was just 2 cups.

I saw Downtown Torana; Toronto to those who have good accents, and found out it was a crazy crazy history laden city. Jacob (our tour guide for the day) showed us all the sights. While waiting for the Subway he told us things like, Toronto used to be nicknamed Hogtown because of it's pig exports, and there is an island 2 miles each way in the middle of 'Lake' which (was iced over and bubbles controlled the thickness - we watched for maybe 20 minutes) - the island - is made entirely of garbage. All the extra materials that came from building Downtown, like foundations for buildings and that kind of mess, was put onto a landfill, now owned by the government. And people live there. What is this place?

Jacob walked us through Chinatown to Kensington; Matt thought of buying a hat, but he couldn't get further than that. There's an amazing cheese shop in Kensington which is so good you walk in there looking for a type of cheese you like and they don't just show it to you they give a piece to try before you even say your definitely going to buy something. We bought Stilton and crackers for Mark and Jacob didn't buy his favourite because it just wasn't quite right.

After a quick regroup back at the pad we shot back out (with snow pants this time) and hit the slopes and spent a couple of hours throwing ourselves down natural ice slopes with vinyl under our asses and the attitude, that appeared to me, of trying to injure ourselves. Even though we'd all become seasoned pros, all except me that is who managed to dismount half way down every hill, Father Hardy stepped up and showed us all how it's done. He couldn't see because we took his glasses so I was well put to shame.

We headed out to Casey's for some nosh. We were seated by a waitress who was convinced none of us were English but just putting the accents on...crazy lady...and we watched the Maple Leafs lose on a shootout for the second time in two weeks.

Walking back was horrendous...so cold.

Today I'm on my second coffee and it's only 9am.

Thank you.