Sunday

Yeah, I’m a few days behind.

Anyway, Sunday was awesome, so I should write about it before it’s so long ago that it’s weird.

A few months ago our good friend Deanna (whom Allan has known since he was in school) finally decided to leave us for her fiance in California. They had a quick wedding to get the immigration ball rolling and she was unable to leave the States for a little while. This past week, though, she and Tim were in town to finish arranging their “real” wedding in September, so we planned an outing to the Heritage Festival to hang out.

The American Duo

The Heritage Festival is always a good time. It’s crazy busy, but it’s in a giant park, so it works out, as long as you’re not crazy enough to try and park down there. The number of food choices is a little overwhelming, but there’s some really interesting stuff if you seek it out.

I always end up feeling like I could’ve chosen dishes more wisely, but that’s life I guess. It’s hard to complain about a beautiful day spent in the park eating.

Bolani from the Afghanistan pavillion, already mostly eaten because I was much more focussed on eating than taking pictures

Falafel plate from the Israel pavillion that made Paul (token vegetarian friend) get a little emotional. I snuck this photo while he was gushing about how amazing it was.

After we’d exhausted all our tickets, we hopped on a park and ride bus back to the university, where we decided to proceed on foot to the Garneau block for Whimsical cupcakes and Transcend coffee. Also, I saw this, which I loved:

:D

Then, because I was really trying to maximize the punishment of my feet over the weekend, we walked across the high level back downtown to where we had abandoned our car at the LRT station in the morning, grabbed some slurpees, and headed home.

All in all, a pretty ridiculously awesome weekend.

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  1. Sara

    I’ve never been to Heritage festival. Looks yummy

    • It’s fun! But I always feel bad for people with kids there. I saw one man dealing with a fussy eater at the dutch booth who was like “just EAT IT. it is a HOT DOG. EAT IT!”

  2. JQ

    Em, you’ve got to go with Micah and James to an Indian buffet. It’s shocking.

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