The news of the Icelandic Volcano filtered through the other-worldly media of Nelson and reminded us that reality exists outside of the town.
The last week has been incredible. Staying in the centre of Nelson means being a block away from the best coffee and two from one of the most eventful streets you could find in a teeny tiny city. As well as JusDance me and the incredible Zan have been to yoga, open mic nights, a hike up Pulpit Rock (giving a view of all of Nelson- very pretty) and numerous wanders down to the lake for tarot readings and meet-ups with whoever happened to be there.
Out of town we hitch-hiked out to Ainsworth Hot Springs, which was an experience in itself. After a measly half-hour wait we got two lifts which hopped us up there, stopping in Balfour, where a guy from Open Mic recognized us and waved hello from the queue for the ferry, and a guy in a Bakery recognised us as the two girls painting the house across the street.
There has been a lot of painting. Six bales of cedar wood shingles have gone from brown to green under our skilled brushes. I've primed and painted beams to go on the deck, sanded an old window frame to an inch of its life to be a photo-frame, laid paths, shifted rocks around a pond, tested bikes and even had time to chill with Kip and his plentiful lego supply.
It was a good thing host Brian told us about the Icelandic Volcano, otherwise I would have kept going, blissfully unaware. According to the one person who seems aware of the news, if the wind keeps on its current course the smoke could take up to eighteen months to clear from British skies. My first thought is Eek. My second thought is eighteen more months in Canada.
My third thought is where did I put my paintbrush...
The last week has been incredible. Staying in the centre of Nelson means being a block away from the best coffee and two from one of the most eventful streets you could find in a teeny tiny city. As well as JusDance me and the incredible Zan have been to yoga, open mic nights, a hike up Pulpit Rock (giving a view of all of Nelson- very pretty) and numerous wanders down to the lake for tarot readings and meet-ups with whoever happened to be there.
Out of town we hitch-hiked out to Ainsworth Hot Springs, which was an experience in itself. After a measly half-hour wait we got two lifts which hopped us up there, stopping in Balfour, where a guy from Open Mic recognized us and waved hello from the queue for the ferry, and a guy in a Bakery recognised us as the two girls painting the house across the street.
There has been a lot of painting. Six bales of cedar wood shingles have gone from brown to green under our skilled brushes. I've primed and painted beams to go on the deck, sanded an old window frame to an inch of its life to be a photo-frame, laid paths, shifted rocks around a pond, tested bikes and even had time to chill with Kip and his plentiful lego supply.
It was a good thing host Brian told us about the Icelandic Volcano, otherwise I would have kept going, blissfully unaware. According to the one person who seems aware of the news, if the wind keeps on its current course the smoke could take up to eighteen months to clear from British skies. My first thought is Eek. My second thought is eighteen more months in Canada.
My third thought is where did I put my paintbrush...
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