I write from Canmore, AB. I am reunited with all of the family for a three-day folk festival which has been likened to our very own Yackandandah Folk Festival, pulling all five of our clan here.
I write, slightly tipsy, after a beautiful lunch downtown with mum and three sisters. Drinking wine in the middle of the day with a good meal is something truely luxurious and pleasant. This afternoon mammoth amounts of mist were spewing over the surrounding Rockies so we're just back at the hotel for a breather/ digging out our relatively unused winter clothes.
I realise I haven't written since New York. I progressed to Saskatchewan's backblocks promptly afterwards which created quite the culture clash for myself. Meeting up with a pal there, Donell, I stayed with her for about 10 days. I worked with her for some days- at the Lloydminster Golf Course, serving drinks on the golf buggie (what a grouse job that is), doing a bit of exploring, before heading to Shell Lake for some camping and reunioning with her family. That was great, too short though, but just being able to hang out and swim in the sun and go fishing amongst the forest at sunset was just what I was a hankering for.
We then embarked on a road trip into Alberta, heading through Viking and Hanna and other such fun towns before stopping off at Drumheller- DINOSAUR CAPITAL OF THE WORLD. This was a freaking cool place and it was excellent being able to take the same pictures that Leah took there 6 months before me.
Then, in Calgary, I was reunited with parents. We went out for dinner with Donell and her brudda, before heading to the hotel to wait for Leah's arrival. Unfort., Pies' plane got mega-delayed and we weren't embracing until the next morning, but lovely, it was.
And since then we've all been hanging out as a unit. Time has absolutely flown by. We spent a couple of days in Banff, doing some walks, lazing by the wondrous Bow River, laughing at gophers (stupid gophers), eating fudge, all of these things. I got to live the dream of visiting Lake Louise, which was remarkable. We hiked 5 ks to a nice tea house nestled in the mountains, munging on scones and rose tea, before heading home and eating some nice quinoa and watching Goodbye Lenin!
We leave Canmore tomorrow for Montana. Myself and the sisters will be catching Amtrak to Minneapolis, before heading south and seeing where we wind up before I leave for Argentina on the 17th of August. I'm pretty excited for the new leg of this journey, if not nervous for my lack of Espanol. Will write more from the ol' US of A.
Muchos Besos
G.
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