MUNGO EATS Latin America

Yesterday we were on Prince Edward Island.  This is my second visit to the island, and I must say, I think it is a bizarre place.  It is quaint and scenic, but bizarre.  When we were here on our honeymoon, I felt like we were missing something.  I felt like we were the only ones on the island, that didn’t “get it”.  Well, yesterday I got that old familiar feeling.  First of all, it’s smallness is very disorienting.  You feel like you have to follow your progress along on the map with your finger the whole way.  All the roads are given highway numbers, but after all, they are only roads. 

This visit, we actually found that most of the tourist attractions were closed.  Most of the restaurants were closed, most stores.  We did visit the Ripley’s Believe it of Not Odditorium, but the wax museum next door was closed. 

Really, I got to say…PEI, I don’t GET you!

This morning we thought we would take our time leaving the island, but there was a crazy strong wind blowing and it was only about 5 degrees, so we said an early goodbye to the island and headed to Nova Scotia. 

Nova Scotia I get, and I love.  It is pretty, but not so…Oh, I think I will just stop there before I start getting hate mail from Islanders.  I really would love to spend a long time in Nova Scotia, but really it will just be the better part of a day or so that we are here, before we start heading back west.  The kids insisted that we make the few extra miles to Nova Scotia, because they wanted to visit Mungo’s breeder and let Mungo see his brother, 1/2 brother, and their friend.  We bought Mungo in Calgary, but just over a year after he was born, his breeder moved out east to Pictou, Nova Scotia. 

So this afternoon, we let Mungo be part of a Ridgeback Pack as we walked with Tamzin and her hounds (and her Puli).  He wasn’t exactly part of the pack at first.  He seemed to be what the pack was hunting.  He took it all in stride though.  He really never lets anything bother him.  Three large hounds surrounding him, and he says, “Come on, I’ll race you!”

I forgot my camera so unfortunately I can’t document the run.  Suffice it to say, there was a lot of running, jumping, drooling, barking, and humping.  Maybe it is best that I forgot the camera.  Pictures can always come back to haunt you. 

Pictou is really our only stop in Nova Scotia and tomorrow we start our drive back towards Toronto.  Hope it is cooler.