That's not my monkey!
Trip Start Dec 30, 2010
84Trip End Jul 06, 2011
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Where I stayed
Joan and Lorens with Pete, Kim and Easton
What I did
Ate like a King!!!!
I was at my brothers for two weeks, I won't get into the incredible detail like most of m visits but here are some of the highlights!
It's great to see my brother, catch up, great to see Kim, my sister in law, and her parents Loren and Joan. They always make me feel so welcome! It was great to also see Kims sister, Michelle. But, especially wonderful was seeing the bean, Easton! (When we found out Kim was pregnant, my brother Pete referred to him as a bean, so the little man always gets called the Bean!) I shared a room with the little monkey, first morning, he wakes slowly, stands in his crib, pulls down the padding, looks at me.....stares.....points....then screams!!!!!! Ahhh!! He got used to it by night two and I loved hearing the little man sleep, though not sure if Pete and Kim enjoyed hearing me sleep, seeing as there was a baby monitor in the room!! I even had a day with Easton to myself (with help from his Grandma) and I even changed my first fully loaded diaper/nappy! Man it was full and potent! Yikes! Funny, I could only get things done when he was asleep! A little rude awakening for the future, maybe?
I was fed like a king! Pulled pork night, a roast, steak with the bottle of wine I bought Kim in Mendoza, more steak pork chop, chilli, curry, Five Guys burgers (seriously, really good!!), stir fry, bbq chicken, plenty of rumskis (glass of ice, loads of rum, some water and Pepsi, a Loren specialty) and of course a large ice cream cake, so I officially turned 29!
I was in Canada for all seven games on the Stanley Cup between Vancouver and Boston. I followed Bostons results throughout my trip as I follow all Boston teams. All I asked for was seven games, to make it exciting. My wish was granted! I even predicted the correct result for game 6, 5-2 Boston! Disappointing seeing the destruction of Vancouver city centre after Game 7 by a disgusting minority of Vancouver people. Interesting, watching Vancouver news next morning, hundreds of citizens came out with brushes, little pickers, boots and bags to clean up. They are so proud of their city and so embarrassed as to what happened.
I spent a weekend in BC where Pete and Kim have a trailor and where Loren and Joan have a trailor. The place is so beautiful, mountains, rivers, snow, I even saw a bear!! Well, a baby one! Loren got me drunk both nights, we helped Pete build a shed and my arms felt like I had eaten Spinach after holding the Bean for so long!
I also got attacked by Kramer. This is Kims dog that lives with Loren and Joan. I stupidly crept up on him and whispered in his ear and without warning, he bites me on the face. Ouch! A large gash on my nose and a thick upper lip! Since then, he has been in kennels looking to re-home him, he's had a good life but little Easton could have come off much worse if something like that happened to him. So, after arriving to possibly the safest country on my list, I'm struck by a little Jack Russel and am scarred for life!! Nuts!
We went to the Calgary zoo, and I got to see a Hippo live for the first time, amazing! So big! Even saw them wobble into their swimming tank!
I got to see the show home of the house Pete and Kim are buying as a new build! It looks great outside and so much space inside. They even have a pontoon on a canal. I came in handy one morning looking after Easton while they were choosing kitchen fittings. I thought dogs were pretty good to talk to pretty ladies, but it seems babies are even better. One lady even offered me a muffin! I found that Easton enjoyed the score to Amelie, well enjoyed it too!
I also met up with a couchsurfer called Kimberley, we had some beers and a 35 cent rib night at some Irish bar that used to be a funeral home! And she paid! Crazy!
So, the Absinthe story. Last November, when I went to see Bean and then Dave and I hit Chicago on the way home. Loren, generously shared some of his Tequila with me, some he had not even opened since his eldest daughters wedding in Mexico. Stuff was pretty strong and as ever, I'm drunk! I figured, on my way around Latin America, I wanted to find him something as strong, if not stronger and weirder. So, in Mendoza (it seems a long time ago now, but there is a picture of myself, Abe, James and Chris downing some Absinthe) I bought Loren a small bottle of Absinthe. I carried it with me throughout my Mendoza trip (as well as Kims wine), through to Cordoba and Rosario in Argentina, up to Paraguay then to Curitiba in Brazil. I packed both in my large rucksack for the flight to Rio to meet my brother Dave. When I landed, my bag was wet. My instant thought, was the wine! Crap! All my stuff would be stained etc! I emptied my bag whilst waiting for Dave and the wine was fine!!! Oh crap......the ABSINTHE!! Nooooooo!!
My bag smelt disgusting! The little bottle had cracked and I was disappointed. This is the first time I've blogged this as I wanted to keep both bottles as a surprise. Throughout the rest of the trip, I couldn't find anything as good or fun....until I arrive into Denver.
I told Erin my stories and the one about Absinthe. This is how wonderful couchsurfing is and the amazing people that you meet. Within two hours of meeting me, she tells me that she has owned a small bottle of Absinthe since 1998, when she was in Spain and never drank it. For her, it was fate that I had the Absinthe experience and she kindly gave me the bottle for Loren, How great is that? I would like to think, it partly helps how friendly and easy going I am too.
So, I explain the story at the trailor in BC, Loren tells me he collects small bottles. Kim snatches the bottle out of his hand and opens it. I burn some sugar and absinthe, as in Mendoza, drop it in the glass and watch him drink it. Later, whilst he was very drunk, he is so taken aback by Erins generosity that he wonders why I don't marry this girl. I should go back and see her. I try to explain that her and Nathan are about to start a family. I'm not sure who got more drunk that night, Loren or myself.
A wonderful time in Calgary. I miss Easton and his family. He was so close to saying Uncle, but no where near close to pouring me a beer!
Enjoy the pictures, oh wait, Pete bought me a beard trimmer, apparently it was out of hand!!