Tourist in my Own Town

This past week has been incredibly fun for both Mark and I. Our very good friends are in town from Germany and we have had the pleasure of touring them through our fine city. Both Alexandra and Andreas are stunned with the overwhelming politeness that they have been shown here. They cannot believe how everyone is asking them "how was your meal?", "can I get you anything else?", "did you sleep o.k.?". Andreas said that here in Canada people actually seem to enjoy their jobs. They tell us that in Germany you are lucky if you get a "hello" when you enter a store.

We have been to Kasugai gardens, toured the downtown area and most recently, took a ride on the Kettle Valley Steam Train.

What I want to tell you is this:

I am living in a Beautiful city. A city that people will fly for 10 hours to get to. A city that boasts an amazing, scenic view of both mountains and lakes while standing in one spot. A city that I have taken for granted.

This summer I will be a tourist in my own town. I will go on a wine tour, stroll through the gardens, go on a wine tour, relax at the beach, go on a wine tour. There are so many possibilities here it's crazy!!

Yesterday, as I was being held up by the Garnett Valley Gang, poorly defended by an inept sheriff in need of stronger mustache glue and pick pocketed by some rather forward floozies, I was joyfully thankful for where I was. This was even after I was told I would make a great "Floozy-in-training"!!

I leave you with some pictures of our beautiful countryside and my all-too-eager husband with his arm around an all-to-happy Poker Annie