Jamie picked me up from the gungiest Greyhound station in all of the world (the one in London) and we went for a little lunch at the Covent Garden Market. Seriously? London, Ontario is the cutest place ever. I got to see a little of the old neighbourhood, eat a little from the old stalls, and remember some of the best years of my life.
Looking out onto King Street from the picnic tables outside the market. Do I sense a theme of the day?
This man...flutist...so odd. I couldn't help myself. That Canadian flag in the background? The John Labatt Centre across the street? This was home.
We got back to Jamie's house (which is gorgeous, by the way), opened some vintages wine, had a visit from a colleague of hers who was just lovely to talk to, then danced to some music (once he left). I was amazed at the talent of my young friend. I commented, "Gosh (I think I actually used the word, "gosh"), you're a good dancer." To which my young friend replied, "Well, I am a dance teacher."
Doesn't that sound hilarious? I love that that actually exists and that my friend does it. Ha! Oh dance and drama...I'll take it.
After the Dance Party and the long day in the sun, we spread out this picnic...
and drank a few (more) bottles of wine under the Southwestern Ontario sky.
The sun went down and for yet another night this summer, I was surrounded by people who love me, who I love, and who make days like this warm, enjoyable, and memorable. Love.
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