
Who would have ever thought that getting to a Wal-Mart 5 minutes away could be such a long, difficult journey? I tried out the Moncton public bus system yesterday ($2.00 one way trip) to make a trip to Wal-Mart. Its not that I even really needed to go to Wal-Mart; its just sometimes you get the urge to go look around...or spend money. And Wal-Mart was the only place that I knew of close-by. I stood out in front of my dorm at the correct time in front of the sign that had the bus symbol on it with the number 5 (my bus). Wouldn't you know that Bus #5 DROVE RIGHT BY ME! So, I had 45 minutes to waste and decided I would take a walk around campus (something I tend to do when its pretty out because I must admit that their "gym" is not of WKU standards!). As I was walking back to my dorm, I saw #5 slowly approaching (earlier than when the schedule says he arrives). I caught the bus to Wal-Mart....so I thought. After riding on #5 for about 45 minutes, then transfering buses and another 15 minute ride I finally made it. So total travel time was approx. 2 hours for a 30 minute stop at Wal-Mart. Moncton's public transportation isn't the greatest, and sometimes (ok, all the time) I miss my car--but I got from Point A to Point B, and that's all that matters. Now I just need to plan my whole day around those very long trips (or just stop getting the urge to just go look around).
Today we went to Julie's home town of Bouctouche (pronounced like book-TOOSH), NB. Julie is also in the TMBA program who lives about 45 minutes from UdeM. Bouctouche is a town of about 2500 people sitting right along the coast--very quaint and very beautiful. Our first stop was a Mom-and-Pop restaurant that served Poutine, an Acadian food that is pretty much a boiled ball of potatoes with pork inside. Julie wanted each of us to try it since most of the Canadian's have Acadian ancestors. You have an array of condiments you can eat with it--such as brown sugar, molasses, ketchup, salt, or pepper (weird, ay?) So I'm kind of weird about food textures, and I must say that this took the gold medal on weird texture! Needless to say, I didn't like it. Not with brown sugar, not with molasses, not with salt (which I eat on everything), and not plain jane. So I have no need for the poutine. Our next stop was the beautiful boardwalk that Irving (the oil company) built along the sand dunes to preserve the natural environment. I still can't get over how preserved everything around the beach was. Very fresh and natural. The beach doesn't get cleaned of its seaweed. It doesn't have cans littering the shore. Not even volleyball nets or trash cans. Just a beach being a beach. And come to think of it, I don't know if I have ever seen a beach in such a natural way. We ended our Bouctouche adventure at Julie's mom's campsite. She, along with some of her friends, had kindly cooked us a full lobster lunch. She even had lobster plates that had instructions on how to eat a lobster! We each got a whole lobster, along with corn, bread, potato salad, and the works. In Canada, lobster is served cold (unlike most places), but it was surprisingly amazing! I guess people are right about the seafood up north--the best of the best! Shannon, another TMBA girl, found the lobster eggs quite the delicacy!
It was amazing to be out in the sun all day. It was a breath of fresh air and new energy. I'm starting to think I might suffer from a slight case of seasonal affective disorder. This could be a long winter.