Friday, February 28, 2014

Acapulco: Down A Notch Or Two

After a night of luxury, I came down to earth (literally) today, checking into another hotel (the 3rd one this week), this time with Tati and Ruben.

Here's a view from the main lobby.


Marty, Ruth, Ruben, Tati and I went for lunch.  I had chilaquiles.

I finished reading Marquez's book today.

I've been in Mexico a week now.

Tomorrow: we're into March, hard to believe!  I'm going to look for a bookstore and buy another book.  Also, it's time to catch up with Tati and Ruben.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Acapulco: The Grand Life

This morning we checked out of our humble dwelling in the diamante sector, and moved to the old part of the city.  We didn't, however, check into just any place, but rather, we checked into one of the nicest hotels in Acapulco.  It was grand!

Below's a panoramic shot of our view.  We're on the 18th floor.


On the other side, the city. 


We arrived to our luxurious setting shortly after noon.  After a quick nap, I walked around the neighbourhood looking for a lavanderia to do my laundry.  I found one with a quick turnaround timeframe, and on my way back to the hotel I also found an internet cafe that enabled me to get caught up on my emails.

Upon my arrival back at the hotel I dropped my backpack, changed into my shorts, and promptly went to the pool for a dip.  Unlike our previous hotel, where the water was actually quite cold (I know, life is hard), the water was nice and tibia here.  Ruth concurred: "Edgar, see how warm this water is?  This is what pools in Vancouver should be like in the summer.  Now you know why I don't swim when I'm in Vancouver."  True enough.  Swimming pool water in Vancouver is cold even on the warmest of days...

Oh and yes, I ordered my first piña colada since arriving.  Actually I ordered two, and asked for double shots on both.

Below's a picture of the pool, with our hotel in the background.


For dinner Ruth, Marty and I went to a place called El Fogón, a place that serves wonderful food.  I remember it from last time I came.  They ordered pozole, and I ordered enchiladas.  Greasy, but my goodness, tasty.  Another piña colada.

Today marked the last day before Tati and Ruben arrive.  Tomorrow Ruth and Marty will head back to DF, and I will remain here and spend a few days with the Cuernavaca folk. I say folk, because Tati's sister and husband are also coming, along with their little boy Marcelo, as well as her father.



The past few days I've had little time to stop and think.  I've been too busy.  Spending 8 hours a day watching tennis leaves little time for reflection on the rest of life.  Perhaps I should do that more often: spend more time living, and less time thinking...

But it dawned on me that this is my first trip alone to Mexico.  Actually it didn't dawn on me, I've known it all along.  I just let the elephant out of his cage, and he was not a nice one.

My solution was a few Djarums at the beach.

Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner!

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Acapulco: Tennis Day 3

This morning we went to a supermarket nearby for breakfast.  Not exactly my idea of breakfast while away on vacation, but in retrospect, it worked out alright.  We bought some fruits, juices, yogurt, baguettes, and cold cuts, and parked ourselves at a coffee shop attached to the supermarket.  Of course, we got ourselves caffeinated too with café cortados, cappuccinos, and espressos.  It worked out just fine.  In fact, we've decided to do the same thing again tomorrow morning.

There were 3 highlights today, all of them tennis-related.

So, highlight #1: Genie Bouchard - Lara Arruabarrena (6/2, 6/4).

Genie started strong today, but struggled to close the deal towards the end, letting her opponent back into the match, and in fact, almost allowing her to extend the match to 3 sets.  Fortunately though, Genie closed the match and is now in the quarter finals.

When she's on her game, Genie's a pleasure to watch.  Ruth, Marty and I were full-on members of Genie's Army today, shouting and cheering her on.  We even made 2 posters which we proudly waved throughout the match.





Highlight #2: Andy Murray - Joao Sousa (6/3, 6/4).

Yesterday, Andy started off slow, losing the first set, before coming on strong and closing the match at 1 and 2.  Today the same thing happened, although he didn't let his opponent win the first set before kicking into high gear.

Again, watching the speed and agility with which these monsters move around the court, and the power and precision with which they hit the ball, leaves many of us in the crowd with our jaws open and eyes bewildered.  Simply awe-inspiring.


Below's a picture that Marty took during the Murray - Sousa game.  I'm obviously enjoying myself...


Highlight #3: the perfect way to close out our time at the Abierto Mexicano de Tenis was with a few more rum and cokes over conversation.  We returned to the outdoor tents and reminisced about the many sights we've taken in over the past few days here at the tennis tournament.  Talent, desire, adversity, and perseverance have all been on display, and we've learned much about not only sport, but about life.

While enjoying our conversation, we noticed that the table behind ours was attracting a lot of attention, and even though we didn't immediately recognize who was sitting behind us, we eventually put two-and-two together and figured out that it was Joao Sousa and his coach.  Over the span of an hour, a good dozen groups - mostly women - came around, congratulated him on a game well-played, and asked if they could have a picture taken with him.   He - gracious without exception - agreed, smiled, and was friendly with everyone that came around.  He's ranked #44 in the world; I now have a bit more insight into what it means to be a professional athlete.  He had very little privacy.

Tomorrow: to the old part of Acapulco, to enjoy a day of luxury.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Acapulco: Tennis Day 2

We had breakfast across the street from our hotel (which is more or less a dive), at around 10 in the morning.  Afterwards, I parked myself at the pool for a few hours, while Ruth and Marty watched Champions League on tv.

As I do whenever I travel, I'm reading a book authored by a local writer.  Gabriel García Marquez isn't Mexican, but he does live here, so I began reading his Crónica de una Muerte Anunciada a day after arriving here.  It's superb.  Marquez's description of characters is deep and penetrating, reminding me somewhat of the classical Russian writers.  While poolside, I enjoyed taking turns between dipping in the pool and reading.
 
Then, at 4pm, came the plato fuerte of the day: tennis.  Unlike yesterday, when a lot of qualifiers were still playing matches to enter the main draw of the tournament, today's line-up was robust: the tournament definitely got on the way.  We saw:

Vasek Pospisil - Alexandr Dolgopolov (2/6, 2/6)
Eugenie Bouchard - Peer Shahar (6/2, 6/2)
David Ferrer - Mikhail Kukushin (6/2, 6/3) and
Andy Murray - Pablo Andujar (3/6, 6/1, 6/2).

Phenomenal.  Absolutely awe-inspiring what these athletes do.

Below are some pictures taken during the games.

Cancha central: David Ferrer - Mikhail Kukushin.


Genie Bouchard


Today was Genie's 25th birthday, so after her match she was presented with a birthday cake, and the entire stadium sang happy birthday to her.  Nice touch.


Genie played very well, although towards the end of her match she asked to see a physiotherapist.  She finished the game, but seemed uncomfortable.  I wonder if she's got a lingering injury. She won her match tonight and is through to the second round.

I love the energy with which she plays.  She hits every ball with all she's got, like it's a life or death scenario.  It's inspiring.  She's athletic, has an excellent forehand, a good backhand, and she plays well up at the net.  Her first serve is very good, but her second serve is weak.  I also wonder whether she struggles with consistency.  But hey, she's 20 years old, and learning.  Plus, who am I; I can't hit two forehands in a row without hitting the net or the fence at the back of the park.....

I'm a proud member of the Genie Army.

One aspect that's been interesting to witness here at the tournament is the human dimension.  On tv, the viewer never sees what happens in between games, when players sit down and rest.  Over the past 2 days, I've been surprised to see how often they need medical attention.  It happens often, almost every match.  I've seen players lay down and get their back worked on, others have their feet (blisters?) or ankles wrapped, while others struggle with dehydration or get overheated.  The physical rigour the players go through to perform at this level must be enormous.

Moving on.

The last game ended after 11, but Ruth, Marty and I were still in a mood to hang out a bit longer, so we went to one of the outdoor bars and treated ourselves to a rum and coke.

The evening was perfect.  Wonderful company.  Wonderful entertainment.  A fresh breeze, with the sound of the ocean in the background.  I could get used to this...




Like yesterday, we walked home, arriving back at the hotel after 2am.  Tomorrow we repeat this routine one last time: sleep in, sun, and tennis.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Mexico City - Acapulco By Bus

Facing east, DF, 6:06am:


Ruth, Marty and I got up at around 7, packed our stuff, and were out the door by 8, in time to catch the 8:30am bus to Acapulco.  The bus ride was smooth, lasting 4.5 hours, although with the on board tv's going at full volume it seemed more like 8.

Upon arrival, we were starved, and so hit a seafood place for lunch.  Afterwards, we made our way to the new part of town, called Diamante, where we're staying, and where the Abierto Mexicano de Tenis is also taking place.  By around 3 we were checked into our hotel.

At 4:30 we went to watch some very good tennis: Jeremy Chardy - Matthew Ebden (pictured below) was probably the highlight, but we also saw other players such as up-and-coming Vasek Pospisil (doubles) and the legendary Kimiko Date-Krumm.

It's breathtaking to see the skill these players have.  They sometimes stand up to 2 meters behind the baseline, hit the ball with with the perfect blend of power and precision, the ball clearing the net by only a centimeter or two.  Amazing.  Fine-tuned machines, they are.  Training .. hours and hours of training.


Below are some pictures of the tournament grounds.





The beach, neighbouring the tennis grounds.


We watched tennis until close to midnight, and then walked back to our hotel.  It's about a 20 minute walk.

Tomorrow: day 2 of tennis, and we'll be watching Eugenie Bouchard's debut in Mexico.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Mexico City: Reforma, Flamenco

Breakfasts at Marty and Ruth are always amazing.  I know this from previously, when I stayed with them in Vancouver.  Today we have wonderful, fresh papaya, mango, and bananas, with some cheese, cold cuts, and bread.

Shortly before noon Marty and got on the metro, and headed towards Reforma, where on the last Sunday of each month no cars are allowed in the afternoon: pedestrians and bikers only, on a 6-lane avenue in the middle of the city.


By 3pm we were exhausted, having walked a good 10kms or so, throughout the city.  We also took an unplanned stop at the Benetton store, where I bought 2 shirts and some pants.  Anyways, we walked around for awhile, looking for an interesting joint to eat lunch at, and we found Fonda San Diego, a restaurant that opened less than a month ago.  For $9 per person we got a soup, appetizer, meal, and coffee.  The food was not Mexican but it was good.



Afterwards we walked around to a few other places.  I enjoyed people-watching, and I also liked the variety of architecture and how it's designed to fit in with the surrounding trees, flowers, flowers, etc...


We stopped at the bookstore at the Bosque de Chapultepec, one of the largest urban-setting parks in the world.  I'm looking for some spanish literature to read during my stay here.  I asked if they had any books written by Oscar Romero, but they didn't.

We enjoyed a nice coffee, overlooking the lake in the middle of the park.  The lake is man-made, and the water is of a strangely (suspiciously) bright green colour, but nevertheless, the breeze going through the open café was refreshing.  I also lit up a Djarum, a gift from my friend Lamont in the Jaw.


Around 6, we got up again, and headed towards the Auditorio Nacional to see a flamenco performance by a local band.  They were good, but surpirisingly, I've seen better in Vancouver.

But judging on the advertisements I saw on the board and in the local newspapers, there are a LOT of things going on in this city.  I guess that's what comes along with a city of 25+/- million people!


Tomorrow: bus trip to Acapulco, and tennis (for the next 3 days!)

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Mexico City: Low-Key In DF

Here's what low-key means:


Marty took the pic during the Pumas - America game, which we watched on tv.  Ruth said that the reason I fell asleep during the soccer game was because Mexican soccer is so boring nowadays that even the most committed soccer fan falls asleep during a game, but the truth is, I was just really really tired from a busy week and yesterday's travel day.

But before the game, Ruth, Marty and I went out for a simple lunch - comida corrida, literally, lunch on-the-run - at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Coyoacán.  We shared a salad, ate a few sope's each, a coffee, and a dessert, for about $10, total.


Ruth and Marty's place is amazing.  It's a 2-bedroom suite, small, but complete and with a great view of the surrounding mountains, but the real win is the amenities.  The building has 3 floors with all kinds of amenities: the first floor, with a yard, playground, internet cafe, indoor swimming pool, sauna, and a gym.  Then there's the 14th floor, which is basically a massive entertainment room.  It has about a half dozen pool tables, 4 big screen televisions, 4 foosball tables, a couple ping pong tables, I don't know, maybe 20 game-tables, and enough couches to seat close to 100 people.  The room's massive, taking up the entire floor!  Finally, and most amazingly, on the top floor of the building, the 16th floor, there's an outdoor swimming pool, 5 jacuzzi hot tubs, a bar, couches, and yes, a mini-movie theatre!

All this for about $150K.  Hmmm....,

Tomorrow: bicycle day on Reforma Avenue, lunch downtown, and a flamenco show in the evening.

Friday, February 21, 2014

On Vacation - Finally

I got up early this morning and was on the road to Regina before 7am.  Once there, I parked my car at John's, who lives a close 5 minute drive from the airport.  Thanks for saving me about $200 in parking fees John!  He treated me to a great cup of coffee, and then drove me to the airport.

My flight to Mexico City was via Vancouver, where I had a 3 hour layover.  I was super hungry upon arrival, so I took the Canada Line to the Broadway and Cambie stop - my old neighbourhood - where I got off and walked to Milestones for a great lunch.

Cambie and 8th:


After lunch, back to the airport just in time for my flight to DF...

I arrived in DF at 9:15, and by 10:15 I was at Ruth and Marty's place.  They were great hosts, awaiting me with a bottle of red wine, jamon serráno, manchego cheese, and a baguette.  They're eager - and rightly so - to show off their new apartment, on the 11th floor of a new apartment highrise near Coyoacán.  The place faces east, and apparently on a good day (ie - a day without too much pollution or clouds) you can see both, the Ixta and Popo volcanoes.  I'll be looking out for that in the coming days...

Tomorrow: no specific plans; originally we were going to go to a fútbol game, but most of the people who were supposed to come along have been sick the past few days, so we're going to keep things low key.  There are 17 more days of vacation to come, so no need to hurry...

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Made For Another World

May the words of my mouth, and the meditation of our hearts, be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, our rock and our redeemer.  Amen.

A famous writer once said the following: “If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”[1]  “If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

It’s the kind of quote you have to hear a few times before it sinks in, but I think what the author’s trying to say is that we all have a deep desire for those things that are good: happiness, health, and love.  We all yearn for wholeness, shalom, peace.  And yet, these good things are so elusive sometimes.  They are difficult to find, and once we’ve found them, they’re even harder to hold on to.  They’re like tiny kernels of sand that you grab at a beach: you can hold onto them for a while, but inevitably they slip, they fall out, and the wind takes them away.  But because we yearn for such a world, because we long for such peace, it must exist.  Somewhere.  Somehow.
I know these thoughts ring true for me in my life, and I wonder if today, a day when we’re here to remember those who have meant so much to you and to your loved ones, I wonder if today these sentiments ring true for you also, as you’re gripped by feelings of loss, grief, fear and longing…

The text for today is from the prophet Isaiah, who wrote to people in similar circumstances to yours.  Isaiah was addressing the people of God, who were living in exile.  They were defeated by their enemies who not only killed their families, but destroyed their homes too, and to add insult to injury, their enemies chained them up and took them away to live as servants in a foreign country.

To these people of faith, Isaiah wrote, and his message was simple: the pain and suffering that you experience now is temporary; God will make things right; trust in His promises.  The fear and loneliness that you feel now will not always consume you; God will set things straight; put your faith in Him.

And so my simple message here today is the same, because even though we live in a different time, our struggles are still the same.  And furthermore, God’s faithfulness and goodness are as valid for us today as they were for the people of previous generations: we were made for another world, a world of blessing, a world without sin, and a world full of the presence of God. (25)  And this is precisely what God is going to bring about.  God will make all things anew.[2]  So, take heart.

The “new heavens and the new earth” will be a source of great blessing: full of “joy” and “delight.”  Actually, unending joy; and delight without end. (18a)  People enjoying that which God has created, rejoicing with one another, and delighting in God.  We can think of it as a three-fold peace: peace with God’s created order, peace with our neighbour, and peace with God.  Everything will be as it should be.

God’s new creation will be one where the dark stain of sin and death will be no more.  No more sounds of weeping, no more cries of distress. (19b)  A full and complete life, in every sense, because we will be a people blessed by the Lord: we will no longer hurt one another, and we will no longer experience loss.  In fact, “the former things will no more be remembered, nor will they come to mind.” (17)

And God will be among us.  This is hard to fathom, hard to imagine, and frankly, I wonder whether at this point words begin to fail us.  But the image painted here is that of a relationship: we will be so close to God that in a sense speaking won’t even be necessary: Before we call out, God shall answer; while we are yet speaking, God shall hear our prayer.” (24)  Being in the presence of God will be an experience that no other earthly experience can come close to.
Let me switch gears now for a few moments.  You might ask yourself at this point, ‘Ok, that’s all fine and good, all of this stuff sounds great, but .. what about now?  You’re talking about the future: what do I do now?  Am I supposed to ignore my grief’?

The answer to that is no, absolutely not.  Do not ignore your grief.  We do ourselves great harm when we ignore grief, and we do one another great harm if we tell each other to ignore grief.

My sister’s oldest son, Ralph, 23 years old, was in a tragic car accident just over 3 years ago.  It’s a miracle that he’s still with us – and I don’t say that lightly - having been rescued from the car wreckage after being trapped in it, under water, for over 2 minutes; and after being pulled out by a Good Samaritan who witnessed the accident, a nurse who was the second person on scene, performed CPR on him.  He was helicoptered to a hospital, where he had 9 hours of surgery performed on his head, his neck, his chest and his arms.  Ralph is still with us today, thanks be to God.  But he’s very different, particularly because of the severity of the brain injuries incurred in the accident.

But what’s surprised me over the past few years is how much opposition there is towards grieving in our communities.  Our family  – my sisters’ family in particular – has been told - politely - on a number of occasions that we should just move on, that these things happen: “it is what it is”; or that this was obviously God’s will; some even said it was wrong to grieve this long; and still others became awkward and tense after the accident, not knowing what to talk about with someone experiencing such deep pain.  And I confess, that I have sometimes thought it too: “let’s move on already”, as though grief is a switch we can just turn on or off at will.

Recently I was speaking to someone experiencing incredible grief right here at our facility, and she mentioned that people from her faith community have been telling her the same thing too: “stop feeling sorry for yourself and get over it.”  So it happens here too…

I think such responses to grief are very unhelpful, to say the least.  We need to learn how to grieve, and we need to learn to support those who are grieving, because without grieving, there can be no healing; the longer we avoid grief, the longer the healing process will take.

If you’ve come here today with a heavy heart, you are in the right place.  It took great courage for you to come.  This is precisely why we hold memorial services: to acknowledge our pain, to come alongside one another on this difficult journey, and to proclaim words of hope and inspiration at a very difficult crossroads in our lives. 
And hopefully you’re also getting support from others whom you trust: friends, family, or maybe your faith community.  These are all very important sources of support.

Grief is a normal part of this present world that we live in.  Jesus grieved greatly during his earthly ministry.  When Lazarus died and his sister was grieving, Jesus was deeply moved, and he wept.[3]  And on the night before he was arrested and beaten and crucified, the gospel of Luke says that Jesus was in agony, so much so that his sweat became like “great drops of blood.”[4]

But the sorrow that Jesus expressed – and this is what it all comes down to - was always in the context of trust in God, and in a promised future joy.  So while Jesus suffers openly in the garden of Gethsemane, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet he still trusted God, saying ‘not my will, Father, but your will be done.[5]”  Jesus’ response to the crushing loneliness was not a result of ‘mind over matter’ or ‘positive thinking’ or ‘sheer optimism’, or ‘self-help’; but rather, Jesus’ response was anchored in faith that the promises of God could be trusted.  He knew that the Father’s heart is set on blessing his people; that’s why on a previous occasion, while preaching, Jesus said: “…do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. . . . For…your heavenly Father knows [what your needs are].  But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.”[6]

Maybe, just maybe – with the support of friends, family, our communities of faith, and with grace - God knows we need lots of grace – these words can serve as a source of encouragement and support for us today.  Friends, we were indeed created for another world: a world full of blessings, full of peace – in every sense of that word - and full of the glorious presence of God.  And this is precisely what God has in store for his people.

My hope is that these words would be a source of encouragement for you, and for anyone deeply wounded at this point in his/her life.  May God grant us the strength to endure these difficult times.  May God grant us the courage to put our hope and our trust in Him and His promises.  May God heal our broken hearts. 

Allow me to close by repeating God’s words to the prophet Isaiah:
“See, I am about to create new heavens and a new earth;
The former things will no more be remembered,
Nor will they come to mind.
Rejoice, rather, and take delight unending
In what I am about to create!
No more will the sound of weeping be heard…,
No more the cry of distress.
Like the life-span of a tree will the life-span of my people be,
My chosen ones will long enjoy the work of their hands.
Before they call out, I shall answer;
While they are yet speaking, I shall hear their prayer.
No longer will they hurt or destroy
On all my holy mountain.
This is what the Lord says.”

Amen.



[1]             Lewis, C. S.  Mere Christianity.
[2]             Revelation 21:5
[3]             John 11:35-38
[4]             Luke 22:44
[5]             Matthew 26:39
[6]             Matthew 6:25-33

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Preached at the Feb. 20, 2014 memorial service at my workplace in MJ.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Down, Up, And Down Again

A year ago today I boarded a plane in Vancouver and landed in the prairies a few hours later.  It was a cool and foggy morning in Vancouver, and upon arrival in Saskatoon, it was snowy, grey, and -18.  The move was complete.

Here I am now, a year later, in the living room of my apartment, tired after a long day of work, reviewing in my mind what's all transpired in the past 12 months.  In some ways, this past year can be neatly divided into 3 "seasons", that curiously, mimic the seasons of the year: winter, summer, and winter.  Said differently: down, up, and down again.

Winter: last year's winter was surely the darkest winter of my life.  Sad.  Despondent.  Questioning.  Doubtful.  Lonely.  Depressed.  Insecure.  And very confused.  I didn't know up from down, and I could not for the life of me figure out why I'd been dealt the hand that I had.  It was never supposed to be like this: leaving the work force, theological studies, vocational confusion, and dispersed throughout all these events, relational joys and sorrows.

It's this last point that's been the most challenging for me to deal with; plenty of opportunities for relationships, but heartbreaks, my God, heartbreaks.  I don't believe in kharma, but at times I can't help ask myself "What did I do to deserve this hell?"

Summer: when the weather warmed up, and the snow melted, and the grass got green, my spirits were raised significantly.  Hope.  Adventure.  Excitement.  Anticipation.  Energy.  Adrenaline.  Work was going well - I'd survived the first 2 months - and I decided to venture out and see my new surroundings.  May 18th was a big day.  I drove south to the badlands, hiked the hills, and just enjoyed the various shades of greens making their way out of the earth.

The hikers and explorers that I met in the neighbouring city were a true God-send, also.  Wonderful people.  Outdoorsmen and women.  And with these great souls I conquered much of southern Saskatchewan: Grasslands, Cypress Hills, Douglas, Moose Mountain, Buffalo Pound, Wakamaw Valley, and the list goes on....

Relationally I was still wounded, but healing.  I no longer felt like I was drowning in my own pain.  In fact, I didn't feel like I wanted to drown.  Vocationally, I'd just passed my 6 month probation and I could finally go to the dentist without paying an arm and a leg for a simple teeth cleaning (granted, I only took advantage of this benefit 5 months later).

Winter: I knew I was in trouble mid-Fall of last year, when I found out the difficult dynamics of my working relationship with my boss.  Not good.  My spirit sank.  Confidence earned over the summer waned in a matter of weeks, and I began questioning myself again.  Doubts.  Accusations.  Injustices.  Anger.  Bitterness.  It was horrible.

I thought gingersnaps might change this, I really did.  But she didn't.  To be clear, I knew she wouldn't save me from my troubles, I'm wiser than that.  But I did think she might be, as they say, "the one."  But I was wrong.  Again.  My bad.  Heartbreak, again, but this time not my heart, but hers.

It's now mid-February.  Outside the snow is falling relentlessly since yesterday afternoon.  It reminds me, quite appropriately, of last year's almost daily snowfalls.  It was around my arrival time here, too, that people came up to me at work and said "Don't worry Edgar, spring'll be on the way very soon."  A month later, while we were still under a of meter of snow, Vancouver was bragging about the cherry blossoms.  April was as cold as ever.  Spring didn't actually arrive until the first week of May.

I hope that this winter's not as long as last year's.  I'm ready for spring.  I'm ready for growth.  I'm ready for up season.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

XC Skiing @ Echo Valley

Another fantastic day outdoors, this time at Echo Valley.

Seven of us carpooled from Regina at 9:30am.  Upon arrival, we divided into 2 groups, and began skiing at around 11am.  My group did the Fox trail, the Jack Rabbit trail, and the Mink trail, covering about 13kms.

Afterwards, as usual, a few of us went to ESM for a good meal.

This group of outdoor enthusiasts has been a true lifeline for me in the prairies...




Saturday, February 08, 2014

XC Skiing @ White Butte

Cool and windy day.  About -18.

Skiing: what a great workout.  So envigorating!

Covered about 10kms.

Bought myself a knee brace for left knee, as it's been sore the past few weeks.

After skiing, carb load-up at ESMs.

Thank you Lord for a great day!

Friday, February 07, 2014

Going To See Genie!

Confirmed: I'm going to the Abierto de Mexico in Acapulco with my wonderful friends Ruth and Marty.  They got tickets for us for the first 3 rounds, Feb. 24-26.

The players competing there are, amongst others, Andy Murray, David Ferrer, and of course, Genie Bouchard.

So the first few days of my trip are set:
* Feb 21: travel; arrive in Mexico City; stay at Ruth and Marty's
* Feb 22: meet up with Tati and Ruben; go to Pumas-America fútbol game @ Azteca Stadium
* Feb 23: open
* Feb 24: travel to Acapulco with Ruth and Marty; tennis from 4pm-midnight
* Feb 25: sun, sun, sun; tennis
* Feb 26: sun, sun, sun; tennis
* Feb: 27: open
* Feb 28: meet up with Tati and Ruben in Acapulco?
* Mar 1: more Acapulco?

After March 1st the calendar's still open.  I'll likely spend a few days in Cuernavaca with Tati and Ruben, before heading back to Mexico City.  There's also a possibility of going to Chiapas with Ruth and Marty and visit some coffee plantations there.

I'm full of anticipation!

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Stay Or Go?

I spoke with my mentor this morning.  Troubles at work keep finding me, so he's suggesting I apply for a position that's opening up in Saskatoon.  He's not the only one who's suggested that.  Others, too, have suggested that moving to a place like Regina or Saskatoon would not only be good for my career (I had a hard time writing that word, since I've been using the language of vocation since arriving here), but also for my social life.

Plus, my friend Eric's moving there too - at least one familiar face.

I told him I'd think about it.  My goal was to stay in the Jaw for 2 years, but if things keep going the way they are I may burn out before the 2-year mark.

I like the thought of living in a bigger place.  More people.  More things to do.  More singles(!).  More of everything: variety.  As much as I like to idealize the "small town" lifestyle, I think I'm ultimately an urban dweller.  You can take me out of the city, but you can't take the city out of me...

Ultimately, I'm realizing that Vancouver will probably always be home, even if I don't live there.

Tuesday, February 04, 2014

A Little Church ... In Winter

In October I went hiking in BP, and on the way there came across this lovely little church, out in the middle of nowhere.  Two days ago I went snowshoeing at the same place, and on my way there, took pictures of the same little church.  The contrast is striking:







In the last picture above, I noticed that a new gravestone's been added since October.

Monday, February 03, 2014

More Reading .. Hopefully

I didn't read that much growing up, but during my seminary years I not only gained an appreciation for reading, I actually began to love it, and nourished healthy reading habits.

Until 2013.

Last year I only read 9 books.  Compare this with previous years:

2008: 12 books.
2009: 17.
2010: 19.
2011: 26!
2012: 20.

Reading started to drop off in 2012.  And then in 2013 it crashed.

2013 was a horrible year, there's no doubt about it; probably beating out 2001 by a hair, to take the 'worst year of my life' prize.  And I'm pretty sure that my drop in reading is directly connected to the bad spell I was going through.  I just couldn't be bothered to make the effort.  What's the point.  It's all going to hell in a hand basket anyways.  Despondence.  Acedia.

If this theory is correct, then I think it's fair to hope that this year will be a year where I do more reading.

Saturday, February 01, 2014

Bought My Tickets!!!!

I'm going to Mexico!!!  I'm going to Mexico!!!

Friday, Feb. 21, 9:50am: Regina - Vancouver.
1:55pm: Vancouver - Mexico City.

Monday, March 10, 6:05am: Mexico City - Vancouver.
1:45pm: Vancouver - Regina.

Marty, Ruth, Ruben, y Tati: ya vengo, ya vengo!  Nos vemos pronto!!!