After awhile, I got into the cottage life style: Get up. Have some bubbly. Swim away your hangover. More bubbly. Visit your friends by boat. Have a morsel to eat for din din. Have a drink. Socialize. Have more drinks. Pass out on the patio of your newly found friends. Wake up in the morning with no recollection on how you got home.

It was one of those days when I set out for a special cruise.
Be sure to check out the short clip at the end of the post.

Dress by the one and only Prancey Girl.

Boarding with da Veuve.

The map was supposed to show me the way to the cliff pirates.

Finally, I was on the boat & on my way. Fun. Fun. Fun.

Ok. This was not all fun. But a lady knows her way up.

The reward for reaching the top. Me and my best friend, Veuve.
Pure joy. You know I like to pop a cork or two.

Striking a couple of poses on top of the cliff: The one-legged harlequin.

Uhhhh, the fresh breeze up my dress felt so good. I wanted more.

Hasch mich.

Another cliff pose: Becoming a tree.
Now, I really need to cool off…

Watch out lake: Here comes Proddy.

Caught in the act.

I felt like a chipper fish in the water.

Hanging off da cliff.

Fizzy sensation downstairs.

Like a water nymph.

Air mattress to the rescue.

Total chillaxation.

For extra pleasure: loop the big splash below.

Today, heaven pumped out another load of the white stuff. To take advantage of the virgin snow, we took our Pepsi Deluxe juices to the toboggan run. When Mary and me got to the top of the hill, we saw little Ella frolicking in the white desert. To gain her trust, we pulled her around the slopes for one hour before running off with her toboggan.

And so, the photo shoot began.
Watch us go down and bump the wood.

We love the Strawberry & Cream and the Creme Caramel flavours

More pictures of our Snow Day on flickr

Mary’s trench coat by Alexander McQueen
Nail polish by Bernhard Willhelm
Perfume M by Mariah
Photos by Oliver

When we arrived at the cabin we found that run-down raft laying by the lakeside. In a heartbeat we hopped on the makeshift vessel. After the first excitement wound down and the fishing was done, we totally chilled out on the raft. So chilled out that we fell asleep.

After what must have been at least an hour we woke up and could barely see the coast. We felt like the biggest gaytards ever.

Watch the desperation unfold after the jump.

Photos by Kyle Tryhorn. Mary’s dress by JOFF.

Fishing is fun

Chasing rainbows

Owls on a raft, before the nap

Where is the coastguard when you need it most?

How will we ever get back to the cottage?

I’m pretty sure it’s that way

We’ll never make it

Bringing the wreck back to land

Now, back in Toronto, I’m a bit sad because I forgot the name of my tiny friend.

Friendly. Always eating. Just like me.

Surprised. The pony wanted to bite my hand.
It made very sudden head movements. I had to be extremely careful.

Happy. Hugging the pony. What a catch.

Angry. I had to wash my shoes off of the pony excrements.

Earlier:
At the Dildo Interpretation Centre
One Day in Dildo
On the Discovery Trail

They have old fishery reports from 1894 one can study, a huge whale skeleton and lots of other interesting nick-nacks. I spent hours wandering through their exhibition grounds. It felt like being part of a lost fantasy world. Truly amazing.

Up next: My date with a pony

Come on in, it’s fun

The Gates of the Dildo Interpretation Centre

The whales are stranded

The Queen has arrived

Get your plaid on

Our tour of Newfoundland continued with a visit of the lovely town Dildo. This is a beautiful little community on Trinity Bay, right at the Atlantic.

When we drove into Dildo I hoped for crazy Dildo merchandise and all. Soon we got the feeling, that the Dildonians want to downplay the name of their town. I still don’t now why, I think they should totally work it: Dildo cutlery, Dildo cocktails, Dildo shoes, Dildo hats. So many possibilties!

However, here is the Dildonian explanation of how Dildo got its name:

“D’Isle Duo” can be translated into Spanish, Portuguese and French, all roughly meaning ‘two islands’. With respect to our community, we believe these two islands to be Spread Eagle and Dildo Island, both visible from our community. Over time, with the dialects of the settlers, the flow has been lost and it evolved into Dildo.

Me loves them islands names, bys.

Up next: My visit to the Dildo Interpretation Centre.

Captain Dildo blew my dress

Up close and personal with Captain Dildo

With them local Dildonian girls

Just chillin’ down by the water

A Dildo can save your life

All the girls to the harbour, the big truck is in town

This cutie wanted to take me on a ride in his truck

We just had the most wonderful day. Driving around Trinity Bay made my heart jump for joy. And kept our imagination going. The road to Heart’s Desire leads through Heart’s Delight and most importantly, the town named Dildo.

I will tell you more about the trip and Dildo in the next couple of days, once I’m back in Toronto.

Dildo gets me going

Let me be your Heart’s Delight

My eyes glittered with desire. This is where I want to be.

There was nothing left to do after all the excitement.
Complete satisfaction.

Going down the falls. Looking increasingly like The Muppets.

Lovely flowers.

Now, back to the car, hurry.

Totally working my Kirstie Alley as Fat Actress look.

Earlier:
Road Trip: Niagara Falls, Part II
Road Trip: Niagara Falls, Part I

All photos by Gates of Schimbulak.

Tomorrow, part III: The experience.

The haters gave us a dirty look.

We met these girls at Dairy Queen. They were fabulous. Lots of fun.

We felt like meeting our long lost sister.

Cutie pie.

More cuteness. We love all cuties. Even underage.

All photos by Gates of Schimbulak.

Tomorrow, part II: Nancy, me and the tourists

We were stunned

We took a quick rest to talk about the breathtaking falls

Blown away by the falls

Just posing

You won’t believe how beautiful the falls are

More pictures after the jump.

Step up, child

Mesmerized

Anyway, we had our first stop at a Tim Hortons near the highway (I mean, where else?). We love Tim Hortons and they loved us.

More on our road trip in the next couple of days.
Maybe we will hit your neighborhood soon.
Get ready.

All photos by Gates of Schimbulak.

Look-out for Nancy and produzentin

Hello, we’re over here.
Sipping coffee and iced cappuccino: delicious!

Two coffee, please!

The lovely lady didn’t want to let us go

Nancy, thinking about the job offer (but only for a sec)

Yesterday, Superschum, H. and I took a canoe trip on the deep-teal colored, glacier-fed waters of Moraine Lake. When we rented the boat, the lady said, that I didn’t need a life vest, my cushions were big enough! I love her.

Moraine Lake is set in the Valley of Ten Peaks and for me, it is the jewel of the Rockies. I even sipped the ice cold water, it felt like drinking from a fountain of youth.

I love Moraine Lake

Superschum and me, working the lake

Mesmerized by the sunshine

Fortunally, the maple syrup harvest was in full effect. From the farm it was a short walk to the sugar shack. And I was wondering: why do they call this small hut sugar shack. However, it seems to be a common name for a place where the maple sap is boiled down to syrup. It has to boil hard, I can tell you. For around 12 hours. We got to the shack at 7 in the morning.

Wandering through the wood and checking the maple sap buckets.
The sound of the dripping sap was mesmerizing.

The sap boiled in this huge tub. I am sifting the foam off the sap.
I had to do this every half hour or so. It was very exhausting but as everyone was in such good spirits, I kept going and going.

Keeping the fire alive with Dave.

Tasting some sap. We drank it with coffee which was very delicious.
We boiled the liquid tree gold for another 5 hours.

Happy – after a full day of work with Denny and Dave.
Dave lives in a small cabin in the woods nearby. He invited me to his place.
Maybe I will stay with him the next time I’m up there.

I had such a wonderful time. Now I feel like a truly canadian girl.
The maple syrup I took home will keep my memories alive. And the juices flowing.

Big kisses to my friend Job who took the pictures.