Jess's Best Day Ever

Jess left for San Diego this morning, so yesterday we had a Jess-themed day which we have now dubbed "Jess's Best Day Ever", where we attempted to have as many of Jess's favourite things as possible in a single day.  (Note:  due to circumstances beyond our control, Jess's Best Day Ever was unfortunately Luc and bunny free.)

We started off by walking 5km (not one of Jess's favourite things) to obtain Cuban Sandwiches, which Jess raves about incessantly from her time in San Diego.  Cuban sandwiches aren't actually from Cuba (they were made by immigrants to Florida).  The sandwich seemed to consist of pulled pork (slow-cooked pork), ham, pickles, cheese and mustard, toasted.  It was pretty damn tasty.  (The chips were good too - and they had some sort of awesome chili garlic mayonaise with it.  Om nom nom.)


After the Cuban Sandwich lunch extravaganza, we decided to move onto another of Jess's favourite activities - cycling.  We hired these bikes from a dodgy commune-style "community bike shop" (I hated every minute of it).  I'm pretty sure the bikes were made in 1920 (Stephen says they were "well-loved and well looked after"), and one of them tried to eat the leg of my jeans causing me to nearly stack it, but once we got to the Martin Goodman Trail (lakeside cycle path), they were ok.

Stephen and Jess riding along the trail.  Look at how big the bike path is!  And there are no angry motorists!  Sydney could learn a lot!

Why did the Canadian Goose cross the bike path?  (No I didn't run them over, UQ alumni.)

Stephen riding with no hands!  Luckily, he didn't end up in the water - I don't think our medical insurance covers that.

Looking back to the city from the cycle path.  The trail actually goes for around 700km around the lake.

We went back via High Park (near our new home), and found an awesome playground!  Apparently it's a community-built playground, and it is huge!  The twins are going to love it if they make it over :)

About 10 seconds after this was taken, Jess started feeling sick and had to vacate the bouncing bridge.  Stomach of iron!

Stephen somehow launched himself over the giant puddle at the bottom and landed on the tyre - unfortunately, he couldn't work out how to get down without getting his feet soaked.  Jess tried to "help" with a poking stick, but for some reason that didn't work so well.  Luckily for Stephen, he managed some sort of acrobatic feat to land on solid ground.  


We finished off the day with Indian take-out and a couple of beers in our hotel room.  


Thanks for your visit Jess!  Next time we hope to have a house to put you up in!  :)