• 10 years ago
• Posted in:Winnipeg
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• Author: genievec

It was snowing when I woke up,

I get really excited when I see snow because I absolutely love the white Christmas feel.

So I woke up extra early to catch the fresh snow view.

But this morning, my window view can only be described in one word: Pathetic.

There was no white Christmas, there was barely any white snow, it was just a few pathetic piles of brown white substance on the ground.

I wrapped me and my disappointment back in my blanket and snuggled back to sleep.

 

10:30AM

I have no plans today. I asked my roommate yesterday if he wanted to go to The Forks, but he was concerned that it would be too cold, considering that the snow just freshly melted.

He was right, it does seem really cold outside. The wind wouldn’t stop blowing, I saw some tree branches that got blown onto the streets. I’ve never ever experienced this type of weather in Vancouver. I miss the warm Vancouver sun.

 

1:00PM

Apparently there was something wrong with the backdoor of the house, so the house owner scheduled a professional to take a look at the damage. I sat at the kitchen table sipping on my tea while listening to all the possible places that need to be fixed in the house. It felt very awkward, the man mainly was talking to me and asking me questions because my English was the most fluent in the whole house. As soon as the man started to point out all the flaws of the house that needs to be fixed, I could just see the house owner’s face turn green. Because this house was built poorly initially, the workers cheapened out everything and anything that they could think of in order to gain more profit. So now there needs to be more work done on the house to fix the internal damages. He listed that just the back door repair needs at least $1800.

The owner quickly eyed me, and snapped:

“What are you doing? Turn the water boiler off, you don’t need to boil water for that long if you only need that less water!”

Don’t yell at me. It’s not my fault that you bought a cheap house, and geez I’m providing you your monthly income.

I rolled my eyes and went upstairs.

 

2:ooPM

Castiel, my roommate ran upstairs and yelled,

“Doris! Hurry up, get dressed and come out! You only have 7 minutes!”

I don’t know what was happening, but I quickly threw on my jacket and grabbed my bag.

I rushed outside of the house to meet up with him,

“Didn’t you want to go to The Forks? The bus comes in 5 minutes hurry!”

 

Oh. My. God.

You don’t do this to a girl!

We need 30 minutes minimum to get ready! Give me a heads up next time!

 

As soon as we left the house, the sun peaked out, so everything looked better.

We took the 14 then took 1 that heads straight to The Forks.

 

We arrived at the Forks Market.

I. LOVED. IT.

My favorite place in Vancouver is Granville Island.

And The Forks looks just like a replica of Granville Island. They have the market, they have the duck feeding area, they have the playground, and most importantly they have the food vendors.

I bought myself a dozen donuts for $5 because it’s always a good time for donuts.

We walked around the market, but I felt more rushed because Castiel wanted to head outside.

I miss the slow paced tempo when I’m out alone.

We walked from The Forks to Saint-Boniface. Because it just happened to be across the Red river.

 

 

St. Boniface looked really pretty in pictures, the pictures showed the powerful and ancient looking stone arch entrance to what it seemed to be a church.

But what the picture did not show was that this structure was in the middle of a cemetery.

Chills creeped up my back when we were walking through the cemetery.

And as if it wasn’t weird enough, Castiel was behind me taking pictures of the tomb stones.

 

CASTIEL STOP TAKING PICTURES! THIS IS A CEMETERY!

“This can’t possibly be a cemetery! It’s all aligned too well!”

“Look! This person died in 1886, this is NOT a cemetery! For sure.”

 

I increased my distance from him as far as I possibly can to distinct myself from that Chinese tourist.

One thing that is worth mentioning is that, Louis Riel, the founding father of Manitoba, also lies in the Cemetery. And of course, Castiel was standing next to me taking pictures like there was no tomorrow. But I think Louis Riel deserves a little more respect than a few petty tourist pictures being taken on top of his tomb.

 

4:37PM

Castiel wanted to go to the Canadian Human Right’s Museum, but they were about to close in 20 minutes. So we just sat by the entrance until our ears stopped ringing in pain from the strong cold wind outside. I wasn’t planning to go in the Canadian Human Right’s Museum in the first place because I wanted to leave that for Timothy when he comes in August.

 

5:14PM

I dragged Castiel to VJ’s Drive Inn with me.

To be honest, I wasn’t hungry at all, I still had half a dozen of donuts in my bag, but they said this was the best burger in Winnipeg, so I’m not going to miss out this opportunity! What is a trip without (lot’s of) food.

The burger place was small, and there were no seats inside. But there was a big line up when we arrived. I ordered the “VJ Special”, the burger is made with cheese, mustard, chili sauce, onions, pickles, mayonnaise, lettuce, and tomato. The burger was gigantic, it was probably bigger than a Double Big Mac. The meat patty was juicy, but the burger had a great deal of pickles inside. That’s a no-no for me. Overall: 3.5/5

 

 

It was nice exploring the city with Castiel, but next week I’m planning to come back alone. I like to look around at my own pace, stop whenever I want to, and leave whenever I feel like.

Next Sunday, we’re planning to go to Prairie 360 for brunch, it’s a revolving restaurant in Winnipeg.

 

I’m starting to like Winnipeg more and more, there’s so much to do, so much to see. This city is like a hidden gem in Canada.

“Winnipeg is probably the most boring city you’ll ever step foot on”

I definitely agree to disagree with you on that.