One Shade of Seneca

We stood at the gate without saying a word.  This extended silence made me blush when I thought about all that we had been through.  I wanted to say something but I was only able to stare blankly at the floor.

"Ahh uggg" he muttered.

Finally, he had acknowledged me.  My inner goddess beamed with happiness.  I didn't know how to react so before I was able to think of something witty to say, my brain skipped and I was only able to murmur "baa".

Immediately I felt myself blush with embarrassment.  How could he have any interest in me.  A gangly little girl with no hair who still needs a diaper.

He turned to me.  Our eyes met for a moment that seemed like an eternity.  My legs felt weak.  How does he have this effect on me?

With a swift turn he made his way back to the play structure.  His muscular legs guiding his soft foam shoes through the hot sand.  Turning back he muttered "Mum" before grabbing an adjacent plastic shovel.

What was his game?  How could he be so nonchalant with our summertime affair.  I wanted to call out to him but with all of this flushing, blushing, muttering, and murmuring, I was exhausted.  I would have to wait until our next encounter.  Mr. Seneca, what secrets are you hiding?

Sun, Sand, and Ice Cream

So, as it turns out, Mexican ice cream is very similar to Canadian ice cream.  Cold, creamy, and delicious.  Either way, Dad still doesn't trust me to eat it myself.  Sure, you throw a couple cones on the ground and all of a sudden you are branded as a "ice cream tosser".

After a week in Mexico, my views on the country have changed drastically.  Originally, I pictured a more impoverished, desert covered place where they make cheap knock-off products.  Turns out, at least the part that I saw, consists of lots of beautiful swimming pools, beaches, and luxury accommodations.  Everywhere we went there were bars where you could just order any type of drink you would like... for free!!  Craziness.  How can Mexico afford this?

Anyways, after a week of sun, sand, and relaxation, we were ready to go back to the daily grind of Canada.  Even with SPF 100 sunscreen, I still ended up with a pretty solid sun tan.... with no tan lines!

Maybe I should suggest they install one of those "free" bars at the park.  All the parents I saw seemed to really enjoy them.  The more they went back, the more they seemed to laugh.  Although, I did see one Dad that fell over at the bar.  Maybe he just got dizzy from being out in the sun too long....

World Traveller

Hello patient blog readers.  It is I, your intrepid world traveller Veronica.  As I have found out, maintaining an extravagant lifestyle as well as writing a ground breaking blog is not as easy as it sounds.

I spent some time in South America to, you know, just get away from it all.  Recharge the batteries.  After living life for over a year, I was a little burnt out.  Either way, I'm back.

Mom said that I was a good traveller.  I didn't really notice it much because she had put together a magic bag with all new books and toys.  I barely noticed Mom sweating and turning green during take-off.  Geez, relax.  I hear that flying is safer than driving.

Now I know this photo doesn't really show off any great fashion trends but as most of us know, just being comfy while travelling is the first priority.  Stretchy cotton is a saviour.