that's not all

Less than 100metres from my place, Klein Venedig

Showing restraint: I looked but I didn't touch.

Okay I touched, even tried on, but I didn't buy.

Familiar Sights

Spent my time between correcting essays reacquainting myself with the sights and sounds of Bamberg, and taking pictures of all the things I forgot to photograph last year. For your viewing pleasure, here's some of what Bamberg has to offer:

The Journey Begins...

27 hours unterwegs. Too long. Not too many pics because I was still half asleep when I left, and too tired to dig out my camera after three plane rides, all that waiting in airports, one subway ride, one train ride, and finally a taxi ride (the last three with 80lbs of luggage in tow). Except for a security breech when three people were not allowed on board and we were left sitting in the plane an extra hour while their luggage was tracked and removed, the journey was uneventful. That probably made it feel even longer.

Let's perpetuate stereotypes.

This guy greets visitors at Pearson's International Terminal

You're coming with me

I won't make the same mistake twice; this time I'm taking Starbucks espresso beans, peanut butter, my favourite shoes, and my favourite hoodie along to Germany. I have no idea what made me leave that stuff behind last year. Some of my favourite things + sweet apartment + German roomie + another year in Bamberg = good times ahead.

Heimat meines Herzens

Went for a walk in the neighbourhood I grew up in on a beautiful summer night this Labour Day weekend and it reminded me why I love this place so much. The streets are wide and lined with towering trees whose branches meet way up above your head in the middle of the road. People you meet smile and nod a hello. You can see the stars and smell fresh cut grass, barbeque and bonfires where you know kids are roasting marshmallows. I turned the corner by my old Junior High and saw the sky light up with dancing northern lights. I could lay in the grass and watch that forever. Everyone should see a sky lit up like that at least once in their life. Even my iPod was glad to be home and shuffled right onto Fireworks by The Tragically Hip.
I’ll finish this post off with words stolen from Mike on his and Moni’s last night here (I think this is the best toast I’ve ever heard):

To leaving Winnipeg being as good as coming back.

Cheers.

A Quarter Century Old

Cosmos and good friends help me ring in the milestone.

The model pose.