It hits us as soon as we leave the hotel. The blur of senses. Cars and trucks merge with walkers in a dangerous dance as we make our way east on Avenida Indepencia. Crowded sidewalks, shared with vendors under makeshift poly sheds, ply belts and plastic gizmos. A chef, high on a step ladder, slices spiced meat for tacos al pastor. Thin beef sizzles on a street-side grill. A cross street announces the city’s Chinatown, with red lanterns and stone lions. Further on, oval shaped cornmeal-and-bean huaraches cook on a street side grill. An intoxicating concoction of steam, smoke, spice, meat and corn fills the air.
A few blocks on, Gail and I turn the corner and head for Churrería El Moro. Tucked behind an inconspicuous storefront is a charming old world cafeteria resplendent with blue trim and yellow formica. Here is the early afternoon treat we have been anticipating since leaving our frigid Winnipeg home. Here is the motherlode, the best churros in the world. Crisply fried sticks of warm dough, generously sprinkled with sugar for dipping into a cup of thick hot chocolate.
Once-vibrant colours are fast fading to shades of deep brown, ash grey. Stems bow. Leaves curl and crackle in the wind.
It is autumn here in Assiniboine Park’s English Garden. It’s a favourite destination, the turning point of a good walk that sees me—several times a week—leaving my Wolseley home, skirting the south bank of the Assiniboine River on riverside trails, emerging at the English Garden and the adjacent Leo Mol Sculpture Garden before returning home along the north bank of the river, through a chain of parks, across creeks, down residential streets. (more…)
Gail proudly showing off the two-page spread about Navigating Hope.
It’s been a good Saturday morning for Gail and me.
We opened the Winnipeg Free Press (Saturday, October 13, 2018) over coffee and toast, flipped to the 49.8° (Altitude At Latitude) section, pages F7-8 to find a two-page spread with photos from our Navigating Hope project. Kittie Wong from the Winnipeg Free Press did a wonderful write-up of our project and Free Press photographer Phil Hossack took a great family photo (Gail, me and our greyhound, Styxx).
For 10 weeks now David has been marking, in pictures, our way through active treatment for my breast cancer. There has been a seemingly endless parade of appointments and procedures during what we have come to term (borrowing from Fidel Castro) the “Special Period”.
We are fortunate. Throughout treatment, we have been able to walk between our home and CancerCare Manitoba – 50 minutes each way along the leafy residential streets of central Winnipeg.
Active treatment ended last week with my ringing a bell. (more…)