Timing

“Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.” - Gloria Naylor

C'est La Vie - Part II

It is 4:18 in the morning right now. I came back home yesterday and I am still so very clearly jetlagged. My trip back home went well. Similar to the airplane ride to Mauritius I met some interesting people. Amongst, a psychiatrist, a lady going to Toronto to meet family she had just tracked down and a man who travels a lot due to business.

Anyway unlike my last trip I occupied myself with a lot of movies (far more than the trip there). I was entertained by the following: Enchanted; Penelope; Definitely, Maybe; I Could Never Be Your Woman, and The Other Boleyn Girl. The rest of my flight was filled with conversation and magazine reading.

In the first movies 4 movies I watched (all mentioned above at the exclusion of The Other Boleyn Girl). There seemed to be a recurring theme… a brilliantly elaborated happy ending. It seemed to be that no matter the circumstances, people who were meant to be together would certainly cross paths once more. Moreover the couples always accepted each other for the good and bad. They also completely forgave and forgot the other’s faux pas.

But is life really like that? Do events actually happen for a reason? I am aware my questions can’t be answered with absolute accuracy. However, I just had an urge to ask them. It encouraged me to ponder and reflect on my life. If it seems that the famous quote: “everything happens for a reason” is true, then my life predicaments, my life’s prospects, my life’s ill fate or the people who embellish my life… What is their sole purpose? Again, I realize that these are once more questions that can perhaps only be asked, not answered.

I wonder… my life… I am destined for unlucky romances or a lifelong successful relationship? I guess time will tell. It is corny to say, but those movies made me question, “If there is that one person that maybe I’m meant to be with…where will I meet him, or have I already met him?”

In terms of past heart predicaments, I have realized I sometimes have a problem with forgiveness. It takes time for me. I need time to let go of what happened in most cases. Nevertheless, I always make sure I do my best to let go. There is this one quote of Catherine Ponder, where she says: “When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free.”

I have always been an advocate of that quote, even before I knew its existence. In times when a really good friend of mine was at his emotional lows, I always tried to explain how complete forgiveness was the key. I could never find the right words to explain. He says he is finally ok now. To be honest, I’m not sure if I believe him…actually no, I bare no opinion. For his sake I hope he is free from the past pain that was gripping him so hardly.

However, I shouldn’t be too quick to talk. There is another quote of Thomas H. Szaz, he says: “The stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget”. I don’t forget. Is that truly wise though? What if you restrain yourself from something you really want one day because you can’t forget the past? Because you’re scare things will repeat itself. Not forgetting may make you become more prudent, but perhaps at the expense of daring to fulfill one’s true desires.

Wait! Recap: Mauritius Day 32, 33 and 34

As you few people who do read this blog, you might have realized I haven’t been posting in a while. I had been planning to, but these last weeks at Mauritius have been far to overwhelming in terms of schedule. Here is my own little recap of my last memories on this little paradise island.

Mauritius Day 31: I went shopping and bought some Birkenstocks! We ate Niuk Yen for lunch; I’m going to miss those! During the evening, it was my birthday dinner. It was nice to see the family all together. I invited the Canadians, one of my best friends, her cousin and other Mauritian friend. They provided with good company as well. After the dinner we went to this little pub situated at Caudan.

Mauritius Day 32: My best friend and I woke up quite late. It was a peaceful morning. We quietly ate our breakfast and conversed (trying to use up the little time we have to the fullest). After her dentist appointment, my aunt came to pick us up and bring us to the beach. Our beach time was short but still worthwhile. I was introduce to “A Fine Frenzy” (the song currently playing is by that artist) by my best friend. I really love their lyrics, I will have to post about them soon…

Mauritius Day 33: Summed up…it was my last visits before I leave. In one day I was able to see around 8 families. I also picked up my last gifts to bring back to Canada. I also visited Domaine Anna. The scenery was astounding…and I also got to play with a pet monkey!

And it brings us to today…

…Mauritius Day 34, which could also be entitled my last day. I woke up extremely late, sine I went to sleep well this morning (around 6 in morning actually). I was kept up by my fall and winter course enrollment, msn conversation, changing my blog look (which might be morphed again when I get back to my home country, I’m not sure if I like it yet).

5 weeks have gone by so fast. I have gotten used to this little island and now I have to leave. But it is time, I’m going to be really busy right when I come back with summer school, my new hospital placement for volunteering, and perhaps a summer job.

What will I miss here? Well here’s my list so far: Niuk Yen, the beaches, the dogs (pets), marlin, frequent (ish) weddings (If was in Mauritius, attending weddings would be more often…), Shopping (some things are cheaper in Mauritius!) and most of all my dearest family…

Mauritius Day 29 and Day 30: Hiking, Clubbing and The Airport

I was told I was going on a boat which would also include some time on the beach. Therefore, I wore what one would call “beach wear”…flip flops, bathing suit, etc. However, it turns out that the boat brought us (Canadian friends, their family, these cute British doctors and I) to a small island called “Île aux Aigrettes”. There was so beach activity. Instead we had to hike and learn about the original organisms that once roamed, are endangered and are currently living in Mauritius. It was really interesting! An example is that there some plants (which I can’t remember the name) that have completely different leaves when they are younger and older. You would think it is two different plants. However, it was horrible hiking with flip flops and shorts. The Canadian friends and I got a lot of mosquito bites. It was near the end of the trip that we were informed that the British doctors had mosquito repellent.

The British Doctors: “They’re good looking, they’re doctors and they have the British accent…I’m so jealous”. This is how one of my Canadian friends described them. I thought it was hilarious but simultaneously true (minus the jealous part).

That night I went clubbing with my cousins, future cousins and the Canadian friends. There is a reason why Day 29 and Day 30 are combined (as you will see later). It was really fun! I was gone after a few beverages and had a really good time. The atmosphere was nice and the music was ok as well. By coincidence, I saw my good friend (back home)’s cousin who’s from Montreal. He bought me a drink and we had a talk. My thoughts:…well too bad he’s in Montreal…(I’m half-kidding).

After my clubbing adventure, I decided to not sleep and go pick up one of my best friends arriving at the airport (accompany her cousin). The effects of the beverages were gone by then. Her flight was delayed. We waited and waited and I fell asleep for about 2 hours on a bench. My shoulder hurt quite a bit as I woke up from that nap.

I got home and could not stay awake anymore. I had a horrible head ache and fell asleep quickly.

4 hours later…

My newly arriving friend came back to my (temporary number 1) house. We talked and talked and watched the movie “My Blueberry Nights” (the one I had bought)…I will comment it on it later on, the movie had some very meaningful quotes.

Mauritius Day 28: Final Bank Trip, Hang Out and Allergy Attack

Today:

- Final Bank Trip: Bank Trips are finally over. A joint account was opened and everything that needed to be taken care of has been settled.

- Hang Out: One of my friends met me at my aunt's and uncle's boutique. We went to eat some KFC (it's really good in Mauritius...seriously) and i met his friend he always kept talking about. My Canadian friends came to join us shortly after. We did some shopping (I didn't buy much, I bought a movie..."My Blueberry Nights"). When were done, the guys wanted to play badminton (they wanted some exercise maybe?... I can't remember) and the others played chess. Canadians won both! I was proud.

- Allergy Attack: After a delicious and huge dinner at the restaurant "Canton" i followed my Canadian friends to their aunt's house. They were going to be picked up there, to go back home. They live near me and they were my only ride back. Anyway I watched television with the Canadians. We enjoyed this French comedy show "Un Gars, Une Fille", that episode was actually funny and this soccer anime show (which was so incredibly unrealistic, but still entertaining I must admit). I was having a good time, until suddenly my eyes started tearing. That worsened to puffy eyes and never ending rounds of sneezing. My condition deteriorated more and more, until I had to go outside. I wonder what was in that house…

Mauritius Day 27: Pictures and Packing Contemplation

I went to see my mom’s cousins this afternoon. It was a nice and pleasant visit. I was greeted very well. I was shown old pictures and new ones as well. It was nice to see how everyone (my mom, aunts, uncles, their cousins, etc...) looked like back in the days. To laugh at their hair…or perhaps to really like the outfit they were wearing. My mom’s cousin kept on showing me pictures of this guy from la Réunion, she thought we would go well together. I thought it was funny. Along with the pictures I drank some good tea and watched French music videos playing on the television.

I heard some interesting stories. Apparently this lady that lived a in the same city (I guess…or town rather), her and her husband was in this mafia gang. Their house got searched and they were caught with Heroine. Anyway the man put all the charges on him and is now locked away. In fact, it was for his own good, they say that he was wanted dead if he walked the streets.

Later tonight I was presented with the first batch of things to bring with me back to Canada. I really should start packing soon!

Mauritius Day 26: The Beach, Dogs, Ants, Birds...Relaxing and Fun

I woke up to sunlight this morning. Thank Goodness! I was able to head to the beach with my uncle, aunt and two friends from Canada. It was great! We lied on the beach, soaking the sun (just as I had wanted to) and we took a dip into the water as well.

The reason for which I mention the animals in my title, is because we had close encounters with nature (with those animals in particular). There were ants, but it actually didn’t bother me (I actually really don’t like bugs usually). The two guys were actually finding it fascinating how these little creatures were carrying big things. I eventually joined them and watch those little insects for a little while.

We tanned, which felt…well very pleasant. You could feel the heat as your skin was slowly getting warmer and warmer. One of the two friends (they’re brothers actually) was showing me some card tricks. He was pretty good. Unfortunately for one of them I was lying down and I saw what the “trick” was.

Stray dogs were coming so close when we had food. So close at times, it seemed they were our pets. Luckily we were able to push them away. In fact, the animals on the beach did not seem to be frightened of us. The birds would fly so close and would literally stare back at you if you were looking at them closely.

Either way, my day at the beach was very if not extremely relaxing and fun…

Mauritius Day 25: The Rain and New (ish) Hair Colour

I was so excited to head to the beach today. I really wanted to be able to lie on the sand, relax and soak up the sun. That plan was shattered by the rain that accompanied the coming of morning. We did not go the beach.

On the other hand, to not waste a day (since I don’t have so many left), I got my hair done. I wanted to change the colour and do something drastic. So…I bleached my hair and dyed it a light brown, nearly blond colour. I also had to change my eye brow colour as well. …I’m kidding! I am not brave enough to try that, I don’t think it would look good as well…(ok I know, jokes are not one of my strengths).

I just got some brown and some red added to my hair. There was not that much added, my hair is relatively still dark and black…but with a few lighter spots.

C'est La Vie - Part I

I wanted to take a break from my usual diary like Mauritius posts and go back to my random “from the heart” posts. I don’t think I actually have anything of worthy content to explain or elaborate on…but I just feel like talking…well writing actually at this moment. Essentially I have realized that I am a person who really loves to do something when I feel like it. I get more satisfaction from the done deed when the root of it…was due to my want, my desire to do it. So at 12 (something) AM, I’m sitting here in the dark and I wish to write a post.

Earlier this evening, I was talking to a good friend of min. She was telling the latest news of her drama. I’m bringing her up because I realized how I love how even though I don’t see her often, whenever we see each other or get to talk, we can just almost (it seems) go back to where we left off. It made me recognize that in fact I’m really pleased with the friends I have. You all know who you are…and I’m so grateful to be able to share my drama, my aspirations for the future, my fears, my good moments and my bad ones.

Good moments, and bad moments…life seems to be combination of both. In the past almost (in 15 days!) 19 years, I have come to truly believe that. I have had good moments in my life and also terrible ones. But when I come to reflect on my life, sometimes I don’t even know what to think about it or what to make of it. In this whirlwind or thought, I then recognize that perhaps my life is my own, my story…I guess it’s the one thing I’m absolutely sure no one will have, except for myself.

Many people have often asked me, how did I go on with life when probably one of the worst things happened to me. Some seem to think I’m strong emotionally …but in reality I’m probably one of the weakest persons I know. I am quite emotional…I have my “episodes” once in a while…I feel bad very easily and I tear up when I watch movies that are sad, unfair and touching.

So I went on with life. It’s what people who cared for me and who loved me would have wanted me to do. Besides, I believe life is a somewhat of a game…just not a game that is fair. We are not all given the same things, but there is nothing we can do about it. You do with what you have, what you are given and you live how you want and how you can.

Along the way, you meet people to stay in your life for a long time or who will just be a person you will converse with once and probably don’t even remember right now. Either way I believe that everyone you meet impacts you somehow. Those people whom you do not remember right now…well back then they were the subject of conversation you had with your friend while telling them about your day or they might have generated a thought in your head while you had been conversing with them (if that makes sense at all…). As for the ones who stay in your life for a long time, well they are there to enjoy the smooth road with you and help you with the bumpy ones.

As you might have notice, this post is entitled to be “Part I”, of perhaps a series I have decided to start called “C’est La Vie” (for those who don’t speak English it means It’s life), I have figure I will surely have most posts that will have for subject…life.

Mauritius Day 24: Driver, Sunglasses and Abercrombie Polos

My cousin’s driver drove me to Port-Louis today. It was cool to have someone drive you where ever you needed to go. An example would be that I had to drop my bag somewhere before my actual destination, and he gladly brought me there.

I spent the rest of my day with some friends (who are also Canadian and on vacation) and their aunt. We went to eat lunch at this little restaurant. I really liked the Niuk Yien we had. That is unquestionably food I am going to miss. Niuk Yien in Mauritius tastes so much better than in Canada.

Afterward, we walked the streets of Port Louis and also visited Caudan.At Caudan there is this jewellery store that is home to the nicest watch. (However) It costs around 9000 somethins ruppees, which would be around 333 and something dollars...Along the way, I decided to get these sunglasses (converted they were $4…so even if I don’t like them later…it doesn’t matter right?). We also got some Abercrombie polos (well my friends got them for themselves and I for my brother).

Maybe I’ll use those sunglasses for the beach tomorrow…

Mauritius Day 23: Horrible Morning, Sight Seeing and Night At My Cousin's

If you read my last post, I believe you would know why today would be a horrible morning. I had another queasiness adventure and I was extremely tired. I was awoken by the loud sound that my uncle was making while mowing the lawn. I wish I could have slept some more…but after that awakening I could not fall back asleep.

I spent the rest of the day sight seeing. Looking at waterfalls, mountains, trees, forests….etc. The view was gorgeous and the fresh air was very pleasant as well.

Dinner and the night was spent at my cousin’s house. His daughters are adorable. I enjoyed being able to catch up with my cousin’s niece. We were both flower girls for his wedding 8 years ago…

Mauritius Day 22: The Wedding and Too Many Drinks

I wasn’t able to get my hair done the way I had wanted it. But it was not the end of the world. I had it up in way that I was content with. My cousin’s girlfriend on the other hand, Korean Girl, completely took out what was done to her hair and washed it. She informed me that she ressembled something like a mixture of a lion and a mountain.

The hair dressers put rollers in my hair and I had to sit under that heated cask…It was not a pleasant experience. I was feeling really hot and every time I would move lower to escape the heat a little bit, the hair dresser would quickly readjust it so it was right on top of my hair. When she took the rollers out, I was astonished. I literally had a little afro. However, after some mild hair brushing it turned wavier rather then intensely curly.

The wedding was a lot of fun. It was little awkward for me at the beginning since, I didn’t know many people and I had no idea where to go…I was lost. But as the night unfolded I loosened up a bit and hung out with my cousins. One thing that I realized that night, is that the wedding was being filmed. On the dance floor when you are singing per say and you make a mistake…what if the camera caught that? (just a random thought)

As said in the title, I drank quite a bit too much. The drinks were free….so yeah. My dress and my shoes both have spilled drinks on them. I’m happy and grateful that the cousins were there to help me. Nevertheless, my queasiness adventure was not very pleasant.

Mauritius Day 21: Indiana Jones Movie, Canadian Friends and 8 Pounds

I got a facial this morning, it was nice and relaxing. I actually fell asleep and when I woke up my face felt all weird, because I could now feel the dried mask on my face (I didn’t feel it when I was asleep..). I met up with an old friend soon after and we went to go watch the new movie of the Indiana Jones series. It actually didn’t even seem weird watching it in French, since I’m getting used to this surrounding French media. I’m even get used to walking in Port-Louis…meaning I know how to cross the streets more without putting my life in peril and I’m getting accustomed to the uneven pavement.

I got to see a friend and his brother today. He is Mauritian but lives in Canada…like me. It was nice being able to talk English and to not have to pay attention to the speed at which I’m conversing. Usually, I talk too fast when I’m speaking to my Mauritian family and friends.

Well I predicted correctly in my previous posts. I gained 8 pounds already…

Random interesting fact (well I think it is): York University is planning on opening it’s med school in 2012…I didn’t know it was that early.

Mauritius Day 20: La Foire Quatre-Bornes, Cheap Manicure and Eye Brow Threading and Who Is Remy Ollier?

I was hit with a sudden allergy attack last night. My eyes were all red and small (as if they are not small enough…) and my nose was such a bother. I left my room and decided to sleep downstairs on the sofa. It was really comfortable actually and my allergies calmed down.

I woke up to the sound of rain. It was horrible weather for a day where my transportation was that of walking and the bus. However, it actually was not as bad as I had thought it would have been. I shared an umbrella with my aunt. The wait for the bus took a while…there were so many buses that came by…but it was only after the 5th, that the bus my aunt and I had to take had finally arrived.

La Foire de Quatre-Bornes was great. It was yet another successful day of shopping! But since it was raining, some areas were a little muddy…which I did not enjoy so much.

Manicures are pretty cheap in Mauritius. They cost 150 rupees, which is around $ 5.56. I got a French manicure. It wasn’t the best I have seen but still not that bad. I also got my eye brows threaded and it cost only 25 rupees! converted that makes $0.93...which is amazing.

On the way back home, I was looking out the window during the car ride. I realized that there was a statue of this man named Remy Ollier. Yesterday when I was walking in the city I also realized that there was a street named after him (the reason why that street name caught my attention is because I have a friend who is named Remy). Since today I also found that there was a statue of this man, I became really curious to find out who he was. After dinner, after finding nothing to watch on tv and being bored…I went on google. There is not that much information on him. This is all I found:

- Remy Ollier was a Mauritian journalist, patriot and political reformer.

- In the 1840s Remy Ollier, leader of the ‘coloured’, rejects the idea as a ploy to close anew the Royal ollege to Mauritian ‘non-whites’.

Mauritius Day 19: Conversation With A Librarian, My French, Wedding Dress and Getting In Touch With An Old Friend

I had actually started writing this post this afternoon (at the time noted at the bottom actually) and I was almost done. My post publishing came to a sudden halt when the street loss power…the computer shut down. I was writing my post on a word document since the internet was being difficult. I lost everything. Anyway I’ll just restart…

When I have nothing planed for the day, or rather when my family has nothing planed for me, I spend the day in my uncle’s boutique and then perhaps go out for lunch, etc. However, today I decided to take a walk in the city of Port Louis. I figured that either way if I got lost I would just call my aunt and she could come and find me. I enjoyed my solo walk and I bought myself a Chinese lantern from this little boutique. I plan on putting in my room when I come back to Canada.

I kept walking and then I stopped at this tiny library. It caught my attention because it contained old books, comics, magazines, etc. I wanted to take a look at them. Nevertheless, I actually ended up talking to the librarian instead. He was telling about how the Chinese culture in Mauritius is disappearing. Most “Sino-Mauriciens”, meaning Chinese Mauritians have left the country. I was informed that I was walking in the China Town part of Port Louis. Many years ago it was populated by almost all Chinese. At the present this is not the case at all.

He invited to his house which was behind the library and I went. We conversed about the youth of Mauritius and he actually showed me pictures of his kids and his wife (when I think about it now...that was quite random). I have actually realized that there are some people around my age that I don’t perfectly get along with. Our perspectives, our way of thought…it’s far too different. In parallel with what we were discussing, the librarian told me the story of his nephew that had been living with him for a while.

The boy’s mother had gone to South Africa and she met a man. They had quickly wed and the boy was born shortly after. Unfortunately the marriage did not last. Furthermore it did not end on good terms. Eventually, the woman and the boy fled back to Mauritius. Back in her home country, the woman had found love once more. She married for the second time. Regrettably again, it ended in a bitter divorce. The boy was affected by all of that drama. To make matters worst, his mother doesn’t take care of him. He lived from uncle to aunt…moved around. Lately he got kicked out of school and they actually don’t know where he is. His mother is also not searching for him.

Since my stay in Mauritius, my French has changed. My family’s television has satellite that receives French channels from France. My accent has slowly morphed into the accent that resembles what I hear on tv. When I come back home, it will surely change back, I usually tend to imitate what I hear around me.

So for Saturday’s Wedding, I am not wearing my prom dress. My uncle and my aunts like my grad dress more, which is shorter and simpler. I decided to listen to them. It’s actually better for me, since I can do something more chic with my hair without looking overdressed.

This evening was quite exciting. I was able to get in touch with an old friend of mine. I hadn’t heard from him in a long time. My last trip to Mauritius I went out with him and his cousins a couple of times. I hope to see him soon.

I just realized this post has a very long title…

Mauritius Day 18: Movies, Pencil, Eraser, Ruler and Paper

Peaceful and quiet are the words that I would use to describe today. I did absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. I was able to keep myself occupied with movies, a pencil, an eraser and paper. One of my best friends, who is coming to join me in Mauritius for my last 4 days is stopping in Paris, instead of London like I did. Her wait is 10 hours and she has decided she will walk around Paris. She is so lucky! I would love to see Paris! I think this is what inspired my little sketch. It’s not the greatest thing but I only had one unsharpened pencil (and I couldn’t find a sharpener), so I used it the best I could.

Mauritius Day 17: Perhaps A New Vision, Walking Beside A Speeding Bus and Some Good Wine

Before I left for Mauritius, one of my best friends had given me the advice of taking time for myself. To take time to truly ponder about life, my desires for the present, the future, etc. Unfortunately, at the core of this so called vacation, I haven’t really had time. However, I can say that I have had my little “epiphany”. This epiphany of mine gravitates in the professional and career aspect of my future. I have decided that I might try and take on a challenge that I had given up. I’m still not quite sure yet…but the key word here is “try”.

Anyway, I went to this tourist part of Mauritius. When it comes to tourism, Mauritius Island knows how to make itself welcoming. It was so beautiful! The restaurants and hotels had a touch of refined elegance but still with a tropical aura. There were these apartments for sale. Their location was brilliant…right beside the beach. Wouldn’t be great to wake up every morning to the sound of waves? However, I’m almost certain the price for those apartments is quite high as well.

I was walking with my uncle and I heard honking. I understood that I had to move to the side of the road because a vehicle was coming…and so I did. I almost had a heart attack when that vehicle came by. It was a bus. This bus was going so fast! And it drove so so close to me…I was quite startled for a moment.

In the evening…I had a dinner once more. However, for today’s dinner I enjoyed some good wine. I was also given the chance to spend some time with some other cousins. There were these two cousins that had no idea who I was, it was funny. Although they should not feel bad at all, since I wouldn’t have recognized them as my cousins if I saw them walking down the street. I guess we’re even? One of them is actually the groom of the wedding I’m attending Saturday.

I was able to change the song.

Mauritius 16: From The South to The North, Beach After Beach And More Music...

I’m very pleased and relieved that my uncle promised me that he would be bringing me to the beach once more. I left my bikini at my other uncle’s house. It was today that I actually found out that I was being brought to the beach. We literally went all the way to the south and then all the way to the north. I have some pretty nice pictures I admit. I’ll post them up on facebook when I can. I don’t think I’ll be able to put some on this blog. The internet here is too slow…

Anyway I saw the music video of this song today on the television. The artist is Etyl and the song is called “J'me fais mal” . I believe she is from France as well, but I’m not sure…

Here's the music video:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=iGJWRNeFF8Y

I would change the song playing to this one...but it's not working.

Mauritius Day 15: Hair Cut, Sushi and Extremely Nice Waiters

A centimeter off and a few touches on my layers and my bangs are what consisted of my hair cut. It was done bright and early when I had just woken up. I failed to mention that my mom’s old neighbour’s daughter is an esthetician and she has her own salon beside the house. The work on my hair was done early, while her boyfriend was getting ready for our outing. He also slept over at the house.

Along, with her little niece (the little girl I referred to as the cutest girl I had even seen in my life in my previous post), we went on yet another shopping trip for me. Her father, has an O’neil store. For those who don’t know that brand, it’s similar to the style of Billabong. In fact I was informed that in Australia, Billabong is a child compared to O’neil in terms of popularity. I got these mittens (ish)…they’re the ones that have an opening for your fingers. They are really cute. Amusing how I’m purchasing winter accessories on a tropical island…

We got some sushi after that. I was…disappointed. It was expensive and the restaurant offered extremely small portions. Furthermore, it wasn’t the best sushi I had tasted. When I come back to Canada, stopping at an All You Can Eat restaurant will be a must!

Anyway, I’m going to fast-forward to my dinner, with my “big” uncle and etc…The waiters at the restaurant we dined, were beyond what I have seen before. They would not let you do anything. If you tried to pore yourself a bit of water, they would rush to your side and help you. My trip to the washroom was interesting. I asked one waiter where the restrooms were situated. He pointed them to me. However, that was not all…there were a few waiters standing in what seemed to be a line, with about a meter separating them. As I was walking towards the restrooms, they each smiled and pointed to where they were. The last one told me, the women’s one is to your right. I found this…kind of funny (If this makes so sense to you...I apologize it's a little hard to explain)