When I told my daughter I was flying home on Friday the 13th she said “Oh my God mom, you’ll be the only one on the plane!” But guess what – the plane was fully booked. I guess there are a lot of fearless and not so superstitious souls out there. We made it from Winnipeg to Edmonton on time with a flight attendant who looked like Natalie Portman. Only prettier. If that’s even possible.
My son drove me to the airport when I left and my daughter picked me up this afternoon. What awesome kids I have. And then of course there’s W who made the trip to Winnipeg and back twice, not to mention putting up with me for two weeks in between. All awesome and much appreciated. I know, I know, I’m worth it, but still.
So now I’m back in siren city. It is hot, hot, hot. We are having the most incredible fall weather. I will miss the call of the loons and watching the deer wander across the back lawn. I won’t so much miss the geese honking their heads off in the middle of the night, or listening to the hourly trains as they whistle and rumble by on the other side of the river. I will miss the peace and quiet during the day, watching the eagles soar, and good times with great people.
It was a lovely relaxing holiday. Still, it’s good to be home.
To answer this prompt (what my home town is known for) I’m going to borrow the city I live closest to (the capital city of Alberta) because it actually IS known for something. From 1981 to 2004, Edmonton boasted the largest mall in the world, West Edmonton Mall.
When people from out of province come to visit I will go there with them, but otherwise I avoid it, unless it’s to visit the Apple store or Build-a-Bear. It’s big (obviously) and crowded, and a good half hour drive from here. Apparently there are people on the west side of the city who use the mall all winter long as a free indoor walking gym. Going from one end of it to the other on two levels would certainly give you a decent work out.
There’s an old saying here – “If you can’t find it at West Ed, you don’t need it.” Well, it’s local humor, what can I say.
I’ve heard this city described as both beautiful and ugly. I don’t really have an opinion either way, although ‘beautiful city’ to me is an oxymoron. I think the best you can hope for is functional and clean, as far as big cities go.
We’ve also got the Oilers and the Eskimos and used to have ‘Welcome to Edmonton, City of Champions” signs, but since there was not enough room to add in “no longer” or “former” right before the word champions, I think they’ve taken those down.
Of course there’s hundreds of other things here that I’m not mentioning, mostly because I don’t care and suspect that you don’t either. There’s a great long page all about the place on Wikipedia if you are totally dying to know more, but I can’t imagine why you would want to unless you’re planning a trip here. And I can hardly fathom why you would do that either. Ha! Good thing I don’t work for the department of Tourism.
Seriously, it’s a lovely city full of lovely people. Clean and functional. Mostly the people are clean and functional as well. If you ever drive through, be sure to look me up. But don’t make me go to the mall with you. I’ll be totally whiny and ruin your day.