Have you ever wondered what it’s like to drive from Manitoba to Saskatchewan? Or, perhaps you have done it and would agree that it’s…uninteresting. Just imagine it’s the end of days and you’re stuck driving along an airport runway that goes on forever. And instead of looking for other survivors, you’re looking for Petro Canada Stations (because omg they are hard to find!).
Good news…………we found a Petro!!!! Two!!!!! Both in Saskatchewan. Bad news……….walkie talkies still suck. Good news………….the speed limit is 110 on the highway. Bad news………..it goes from 110 to 50 zones real quick.
We stopped in Regina today to visit Patrick’s old house!!!!! And neighbourhood. It was so neat to see where little Patrick lived. Seeing his old home made me miss my home in Brampton. But then I just look at Patrick and feel comforted in knowing that he is my home.
OK. Where to begin. Patrick and I are actually considering living here. As soon as we arrived we started planning out how we can ditch our Alberta plans and teach in Moose Jaw!!!! This place is the hippest place we ever did see. You just get this feel good vibe when you enter. We dined at Nito’s Thai for dinner and had coffee at a coffee place we don’t remember the name of. However, our server had the best curly bar mustache ever. Neither of us had the guts to ask for a picture. It was bad enough we were staring.
Our hotel. Ahhhhhh. More like a palace. Again, we started scheming and thinking of ways we can stay an extra night…week…month…basically for life.
It’s beautiful here.
We will return.
Patrick: “Hey! I’d love to visit my bestie Brandon!”
Patrick: “this is where I used to live!!”
Patrick: “on my last day living in Regina my dad asked me if there was anything I would like to do before we move. I wanted to go to the park one last time. At the park I remember there was a girl who wanted my dad to push her on the swings – wanted him to push her so high she went over the top of the bar. I remember being so scared my dad would do this. That park is still there!”
And here is that swing.
Patrick: “well shit”