Friday, July 14, 2006

On the Mira

Class trip. We piled on a bus heading off campus and to the Mira. You know...from the song?

"Out on the Mira the people are kind,
They'll treat you to home-brew and help you unwind.
And if you come broken they'll see that you mend,
I wish I was with them again."

The sun came out for a messy Cape Breton lobster feast and frolicing by the river. We were all eaten alive by the blackfly/mosquito combo that doesn't ever seem to let up here. No one believes that it's worse than the Yukon.

We were all a little late for class the next morning. The scent of lobster lingering, covered in red blotches. We're halfway through.

out on the Mira

on the Mira

Schooner and lobster

Oland's and lobster

You can't see them, but they're there.

Monday, July 03, 2006


I'm back on the east coast for my final July of acedemic bootcamp at Cape Breton University.

I was able to make a pit stop in Toronto for a fabulous visit with Trena. She has the most respectable, simple, stylish but not material life in the big smoke. We brunched with her friends, walked with her bike around friendly neighbourhoods, watched brazil lose to france, tolerated portugal honking, drank at the communist's daughter. It was lovely and an introduction to a Toronto I'd always hoped existed.

Back to the books.

stairs leading up to the most cozy Toronto pad

the neighbourhood view


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