This past weekend C and I ventured over the border with our newly printed passports after getting up early for yoga (me) and hockey (C). I’ve had a passport since I was 20 but never used it to go anywhere cool. Since you can only use your passport with your maiden name and your marriage certificate for 6 months I needed a new one. While C was off work for his neck surgery we went to our local post office and filled out the applications and paid the fees.
(I will let you in on a little secret, getting our passports was a major step for a vacation we will be taking this year!!)
C grew up playing hockey and back when he was a boy, getting over the bridge/tunnel to Windsor was no problem. He played in a lot of travel leagues so going to Windsor is a walk down memory lane for him. His brand, spanking new passport was burning a hole in his pocket so we decided to visit Windsor. We went probably about 5 years ago, when all you needed was your birth certificate. We kept seeing commercials on CBC for Spago and we had to try it. (Eek, I’m long winded today, storytelling. Out of practice)
Border crossing always makes me nervous. I always feel like I’m guilty of something even though I’m not. It has to be their training in steely stares. We were pretty lucky going and coming back, my friend LP always gets harassed. Shoot, when I used to go to Canada with her we always used to get harassed. I guess she just looks like she’s up to something lol.
Anyways, our first stop was the old Windsor Arena where the Spitfires used to play. Next time we will go to their new arena and hopefully watch a game.

We spent the rest of the afternoon driving around Windsor and checking out the Detroit River. We stopped to walk around downtown and I found the best Buddha next to the elusive one we found in San Diego last February. I adored the one in San Diego, I wanted to buy him but he weighed at least 90lbs and we had no idea how to get him home. I still think about him, I wish we would have bought him. While we were walking around I spotted a Laughing Buddha statue in the window of this shop. C went in and asked the price and before I knew it we were at an ATM and he was taking money out to buy him. Isn’t he cute? I need to paint him but I’m clueless, suggestions?


When we got back over the bridge we stopped in at Circa for some cheesy, cheesy pizza. Yum. Circa brings back so many memories of college. We went home and settled in with a fire and hockey night in Canada. It was a perfect day.
Sunday we got all our errands out of the way and we went to Sticks and Pucks at a local ice rink. I haven’t been on skates in at least 5 years. I was pretty stoked and I was surprised at how it just comes back. I didn’t fall once and only wobbled a little in the beginning.

I actually found a local beginning women’s hockey league that starts in the Fall. They play Sunday evenings and the first four weeks is training and learning the game. I’m seriously considering it. Anyone want to join me?