(One of the epiphanies reached during our hilly bike ride to Argyle Shore Provincial Park yesterday. What were you thinking ;) ?)

Confederation Centre Public Library, Charlottetown, PEI (AKA Free Internet :)):

Eating whole foods and breathing tree-y air sure don't hurt the soul... And fully enjoying the talks of politics and other interesting stuff that are almost rote in the tri-lingual farmhouse. In a good way. Like rot-ary. Or rot-i...

Turns out Peter used to live with Tooker, and so we surprised Angela by putting him on the phone during our call last night to verify our impending visit to Halifax. If all goes according to the current "non-plan" then tomorrow we head that-a-way, on Emily's 25th birthday (hint hint, those who know her, write her!!).

Oh yeah, today we raised some heck during "Les Feux Follets," a free youth production on the text-book "history" of Canada, replete with an opening scene of indiginous folks (none of which seemed acted by anyone descending from that heritage, not to mention only one actor of colour in the cast) who in the next song take off their masks and are suddenly all Irish settlers or something, along with tunes like "... dark forests too still to be real..." (with regard to pre-settlement days, no mention of the slaughter at transition)) and "...but time has no beginning and history has no bounds" (during this gloss-over link part). When the dude came on at the end to ask "How id everybody feeling today?" Em answered, sorta quietly, "Offended" at which point the director, Jim White, who had been sitting behind us, tapped her and, upon verifying that she had indeed said what he had thought she had said, himself said he would like to speak with her afterwards. We were then wisked away to the back chambers of the Confederation Centre of the Arts, where we proceeded to discuss with him and Anne Allan, the artistic director, our particular critiques. They invited us to write them out to be further considered. Maybe we will (X2).

We next visited the 1833-34-built "Government House", where we got the tour and learned some interesting tidbits. Like, apparently, Adrienne Clarkson had to jump up onto her bed when she stayed there cuz she's really short and the step was off being fixed. And that the toilet off of the Queen's bedroom has two holes so as to flush more quietly so as not to disgrace the queen with the loudness of her disappearing waste. And that the government officials who built the house used wardrobes instead of closets so as not to get taxed more (or fairly - it's a loophole, since closets counted as rooms for taxing purposes).

Hmmm... Back on the road means more convincing motorists of the wonderful passengership we have to offer. Not a complaint yet - but sorta been enjoying the laziness of being a bit more stationary/settled.

But 'tis time to move on. I have the refrain from Barrett's Privateers ("Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier / The last of Barrett's Privateers.") stuck in my head for a couple days now.

P.S. One thing that totally kicks ass about this province is that they go all out in separating their garbage. It's actually _illegal_ not to recycle the recyclables or compost the compostables!!