The joy of skating is greater when shared

1 week done in Canada

This weekend was -17 both days, and since we are broke (money hasn't made it's way from Australia yet) we needed something free to do. So we decided to go to a local library, but stop off at a skating pond on the way. Well first we had to stop at a hardware store (Canadian Tire) to purchase kitchen gadgets, kids skates, hats, and a beanie (all super essential I promise you).

Once we made it to the pond, the children got out of the car and took all their winter gear off in order to put it on in the correct order. This led to much wailing and chattering of teeth (-17 is quite cold to have your boots, hat, and gloves off).

However, once we made it onto the ice and started skating, it was as if the finger of heaven had come down and touched each child. All 3 of them were seen sporting massive smiles, as they glided and shuffled around the pond. I love skating, and how it feels like flying, but watching the kids learn, and figure out how to move on the ice was much more rewarding. They loved it so much that the youngest asked the next day to go again. This meant putting all the winter gear on, and schlepping the skates 10 minutes (and hockey sticks) to the lake for a perfect skate. We stayed out for 80 minutes and the kids skates non-stop.

I love living in Australia, but if I could just bring back some frozen ponds with me, my life may just be complete.

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