Little Fiddle, Big Fiddle

Us children's did ze school work before we up and left Ingonish today. Our destination is Sydney to see Lianne, our cousin on Dad’s mother’s side. We got to go

to Ingonish beach for recess and it was awesome. Plus the sand was gr8, so that was a bonus. Then we stopped at the visitor’s centre so Isaac could hand in his damn Xplorer’s book and get a dog tag and a certificate. For lunch we stopped at a café called the Dancing Moose. I had a fruit and berry Pannenkoken, or Dutch crêpe. I did a drawing to put on their wall, along with all the others done by visitors this year. Mine didn’t turn out too well. I drew the Calgary Tower and then a map of Canada with our route along it to Cape Breton, but I didn’t put the map far enough to the left side so it ended up squished. Oops. Then I pet a cat named Cat, who was very pretty and I was allergic to. Oops. We stopped one more time at The Gaelic College to look around and had the fiddle played for us by the previous Premier of Nova Scotia, Rodney MacDonald, who it now the CEO of the college where they offer tons of Gaelic classes and music and dancing lessons. And guess what? You’re looking at the future Sherlock Holmes peoples. I am now the proud owner of a pretty violin. We ended up being late for Lianne, but she was running behind as well, having had more after school tasks to accomplish than expected. She showed us her kindergarten class and then we took a walk down to the old Tar Ponds. They really cleaned them up, there’s a football field, a soccer field and a park there now. We got rained on as we made our way back to our cars, but it wasn’t too heavy or too cold luckily. Lianne took us to The

Olive Tree for dinner where I got a huge salad and some shrimp. It was really good though., especially the lemon pie float. I also showed Lianne some picture from our trip. The last thing we did was see the world’s largest fiddle at the cruise ship pavilion. It’s technically playable even though it’s sixty feet tall. We said our goodbyes after the wind came up and it got a little cold to be outside in what we were wearing before driving to North Sydney to find our cottage. It was really more of a house actually. Isaac and I shared bunk beds upstairs. He got top and moved around a lot making it creak, so I probably would have been better off sleeping on the futon. Ah well. I practiced holding the violin and the bow and got to Skype my best friend for the first time this trip. It’s been three months and it really isn’t all that different to talk. Good. Peace out m8s.

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