The harbor is lovely, but it’s definitely a far cry from a nature trail like the ones we had back home. This one is… like those harbors you see on television with the rich snobby people’s sail boats, cruise boats, restaurants on the sea, and of course the hundreds of wealthy people draining alcohol at the lakeside restaurants while their teens play volleyball on the sand. It’s hard to believe that this is ‘home’ for the next four years…
The cruise boats were parked so close to the docks that I could see inside the windows. It looks all too much like the inside of Titanic. I hate boats. I never want to go on one… but I contradict myself because my school’s taking a trip to the Toronto Islands this week… via ferry. Noooo!
Oh, the concert. I’m sorry but… this has got to be the worst thing I’ve ever heard! Oh, my poor ears… can anyone have been more off tune??? The expressions on the faces of local passer-by’s said it all.
When dusk finally fell, there were some traditional instrument performances. It was fairly unorganized, though, and the project coordinator was found swearing his head off at how performers didn’t know where they were going, and how the microphone kept making sharp hissing sounds.
And that concludes the night! I’ve got a full schedule tomorrow, including a job hunting walk during which I will walk around town with a handful of my resumes, and hand them into whichever suitable position is open. Wish me luck!