Brazilian Pavilion Folklorama - Every year for 2 week, Winnipeg holds Folklorama. Basically, it's a culture festival full of shows, food, activities from each country around the world. It's completely separate, you can choose whichever country you want to "visit", and they're in various buildings around the entire city. We picked Brazil and did not regret it for a minute. We played the drums and other native Brazilian instruments and watched an amazing show full of singing, dancing, and martial arts sorry no pictures of the show because it was too bright.
This picture doesn't have anything to do with this post, but just your typical wife harping her husband to take a picture with her once in a while. I love it so why not.Fort White Bison Prairie - Now let me just put this out there, I'm all for nature and a nice bike ride and loved every minute of it, but there were times where I regretted this day all together. Here's why. So Rachel, fellow baseball wife, and I planned to go to IKEA to get a few things before I leave, and she asked if I wanted to take a bike ride with her beforehand to see the Bison prairie. She said it was about a 2 hour ride total, and definitely worth it for the scenery. I said yes. So we ride out of the driveway with 30+ year old bikes and head out. Mind you, the back tire of my bike was already flat when I got to the house and we pumped it completely full. The bike seat was as hard as a rock but I'm a trooper and really wanted to see these bison. We're riding and hitting miles 2-3 so fast I didn't even realize how far we went. It was beautiful, guys and we ran into these man-made teepees which I then tried to make a fire. Failed.
Then we reached the bison and wow. Just amazing to be so close to these animals.
So here is where it gets pretty funny. Which, I had no picture of, but it's worth the reading. So this guy on a golf cart comes along the path and says that the gate down the ways is going to close in 30 minutes. Rachel and I are racing to get through it before it closes, otherwise we just added another couple of miles on top of what we already rode, until we got back home. Well, as we are riding my bike starts to sink, feel TERRIBLE, and make this squeaking duck sound. I get off and feel the back tire and it is completely flat. I've been riding on basically the tire rim. There's still a few miles left to get home so I have to suck it up, actually my butt has to suck it up, and get home in one piece. I can't describe how it feels to ride on a flat tire and sit on pretty much a rock of a seat, but I made it home alive. Although my butt would completely disagree, the sight of Canada at the prairie was absolutely gorgeous.
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