…for sitting on the balcony. It is no Barbados, but it is getting pretty close.
Barbados, yes the beach is pretty fabulous but that rain oh the rain!! I haven’t quite figured out what made Barbados so magical. Perhaps it was the dashing from tree to tree looking for cover and trying to escape the millionth downpour while holding onto melting ice cream cones, or the doubling over in laughter at our well laid out vacation plan that was turning out to be anything but hot sunny days. We could have both packed sweatpants and no one would have been the wiser.
We lime’d (and no it’s not a dirty term), played alot of cards, drank Starbucks instant coffee, ate Kraft dinner Bajan style (this just means the water boils at a different rate 🙂 and the cheese is sticky from the humidity!), dashed to the store and back between thunderstorms, spied on rich British travellers and learned how to drive on the wrong side of the road 😉
When I see snow falling at the end of April all I want to do is close my eyes and be transported to that magical rainy place that turned out to be the most unplanned, relaxing Vacation full of wonderful local hospitality (and sticky Kraft dinner, seriously the theme for my next vacation should be “eating wonderful local cuisine”, I admit we did have Bajan food a few nights but honestly what is with the Kraft dinner on vacation!)
I did close my eyes but I was not transported far far away and instead I found my feet firmly planted in Canada.
The good thing is there are equally magical things to a rainy day on a hot island and one of them is having conversations with a 5 year old about life. There is one concerned little lady who is on the look-out for my well being and my not owning a car. 🙂 She feels this life-style change will greatly impede my life and here are some of her suggestions on solving this dilemma:
1. Don’t move, moving costs money and you need to save money so you can buy a car.
2. In two days, what day will it be? Sunday. Umm ok, how about in 6 days? Thursday. What about 10 days? Monday. Ok, well ummm, how about you save as long as you can and when you get to $500 you’ll have enough for a House AND a car.
3. Your neighbour who parks beside you at your house, they can lend you their vehicle when you need to go to the store.
4. Here is a dandelion, I picked it extra long so that it doesn’t wilt so quickly. It’s pretty and will brighten up your house.
5. How are you going to visit? We’ll figure that out. Ok, well you can take a taxi maybe or you can just stay the night and if you stay the night then you’ll be here in the morning.
I can’t say I followed the entire conversation, but I did have a huge smile on my face and was no longer thinking about the snowy, cold morning; I was engrossed in how inventive and creative little people really are; brightening anyone’s day here and there.
Tonight my wrists are extremely cold, I don’t know about you, but having cold wrists is so frustrating and they are awkward to warm up! This has really nothing to do with Indiana, except that it’s much warmer there then it is in Toronto. I am fighting the cold wrists syndrome!
So back to Indiana, and more importantly Indianapolis. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when I sit and daydream about the city centre circle and the block upon city block of war memorials. Indianapolis gets the prize for war memorials.
Indianapolis to me, is a giant sleeping city, on Island time, wonderful Island time.
Its an interesting city, really. It has large suburban sprawl. A solid artistic community. A Canal that has no functional purpose, that begins out of a small hill and ends at a cement wall. The Indianapolis Mini Marathon. The Brick Yard race track. A stadium for every sport, sports teams do not share venues, they get their own! Lots of wonderful restaurants. Has hosted at least two Star Wars conventions (why do I know this?). And lastly and most important, the Saturday night motorcade spectacular on Monument Circle.
The Saturday night motorcade spectacular is a must see. Just as dusk is starting to set in, the local Police start getting their barricades ready. As dusk turns into night, the Monument Circle round-about quickly fills up with the most eclectic selection of motorised vehicles. The horse drawn carriages are forced into the inner most part of the circle. There are neon, hopping cars, giant monster trucks, spinning chrome rims, slammed vehicles and about 100 or more motorbikes. Now the motor bikes don’t keep going in circles like the rest of the motorcade. The motor bikes park in front of the Chocolate Café. When the police decide its time for everyone to go home, they put up their temporary wood barricades and stop the flow of vehicles into the circle. It is the modern day “Grease” for adults 🙂
From my many visits, it would seem the downtown core mostly only bustles when there is a race or sporting event in town with the clear exception of the Saturday night motorcade spectacular (Seriously it’s that COOL I can’t stop mentioning it!)
So why am I sitting here blogging about Indianapolis. Well the city stole my sister and as much as I want her back, the city is slowing stealing me – only for different reasons. On my list of places to live here goes:
1. Carmel, Indiana (ok maybe it’s not Indianapolis, but it’s sooo close it might as well be.)
2. Munich, Germany
3. Mullins Bay, Barbados
and lastly and most important…
4. Toronto, Canada 🙂
No matter the places that steal a part of my heart and set me off dreaming when I visit, it is great to come home.