|My friend claims no responsibility?|
|The fire exit that started it all.|
|A bus window view of things.|
With a bad start behind us it was off to the bus stop. I rarely travel by bus but my friend insisted that it was the way to go. Unfortunately on Saturday the buses only run every half hour. We found that out as our toes began to curl trying to preserve what heat there was left in our feet.
The bus is a whole other world and you're only getting a brief glimpse. Who is the young man that keeps hiding behind the hood of his hoodie? Who is the older woman who is chatting up the young man with the heavy accent? Are they lovers or... Then there's the girl with the sad eyes and the bleached blonde hair with the heavy swathe of blue cutting across one side - what's her story? Overhead are the signs warning against bad behavior on the buses. I glance warily around the bus for the culprit that may have instigated such persistent warnings - for the signs are everywhere. But the ride turned out uneventful. Instead we soon discovered that like foreign travel, even when English is the first language of everyone involved, there can be communication break down. This time it meant a six block walk in the cold.
|Musicians, Edmonton Farmers Market|
|Edmonton's Farmers Market|
It was then that we discovered a real find - a farmers market. Again, not something I'd usually tour while in Edmonton. I'm glad we did. It was fantastic. A group of musicians greeted us at the entry with a variety of warm and vibrant down-home music. They set the tone for the visit. We nibbled our way through the displays that ranged from the usual vegetables and meats to homemade cotton candy and designer hats, while we listened to lively music and chatted with local merchants.
|Edmonton was cold!!|
There's a world out there, outside the norm. And this weekend I found it. As a seatmate said on the return flight, "it was a change from what we were used to". By this she referred to emigrating from the UK and coming to Canada. Talk about stepping out of your comfort zone! A trip to the West Edmonton Mall hardly seems worth mentioning. But in the end it all makes for a good story - big or small a story is just a step outside the norm.