My Trip to Europe -- Week Three.

Day Fifteen (Saturday June 12th 2010): Today was the day that my cousin Steven came home. He went to live in Australia and then on his way back (to England) he came via Malaysia. That's so cool! Anyways, tonight was a 'Welcome Home' BBQ. His girlfriend had made a sign to hang in the driveway and her mom made some cakes. Besides that, my aunt and uncle (his mother and father) had prepared other yummy foods! My grandparents and I arrived early to my aunt and uncle's house (while my uncle was picking my cousin up from the airport we helped set things up). Then some time later there was a knock on the door (well, not really. My uncle put his keys in the lock and unlocked the door to his house). Mother was reunited with son. Grandson was reunited with grandparents. Boyfriend was reunited with girlfriend. Hugs were exchanged (is that even the correct term? 'Exchanged'?). I waited until cousin was reuinited was cousin (ie my turn) because they knew him better than me, really - I didn't want to interupt anything. Blah blah...when his friends came over we all started to eat. Good, because looking at all of that food was like torture. I basically sat at the table with chips, dip, olives and other nibbly bits (I didn't know what else to call them) like a pig. But a delighted pig. One of the things I ate was BBQed chicken, but there were no more forks left so I was eating it with my hands and when I was done I noticed a smiley face on one of my fingers! This was also the night of England's first game in the 2010 World Cup. You all know what happened in that first game (to make it obvious a goalie made a mistake). Well, my uncle was watching the game in the living room with some people (the rest of us were outside in the backyard). Well...let's just say he came out loud and swearing. I was too busy eating to see what had happened. The food was better than the outcome of the game, so it's not like I wasted my time. As it got darker someone brought out a lantern (it had the cross from the English flag on it). This lantern, you had to light it and then hold it so the hot air would fill it and once it was filled you let it go into the sky. Someone lit it and Steven held it until it was filled with the hot air. I thought it was never going to fully inflate. Someone commented about how it looked like it was those things that the KKK wear. Another person said it looks like that hat thing that the Pope wears. After was all inflated it was let go and we all pretty much went "aww". Until it went near some trees, to which our reactions went to "nooooo" (it had fire in it, remember). Luckily it didn't land in those trees. I don't know what happened to it after that, to be honest. Hopefully the fire died before it landed in anymore trees.

Day Sixteen (Sunday June 13th 2010): My grandparents went out for the day so I was dropped off to my aunt who had me for the day. In other words, she was my babysitter. I went with my aunt and uncle to a place called the Malta Inn. Which was kind of like a pub near the river. There was also a place where you could hire a boat to go up the river. We walked along the river, near some nice houses and then walked back and had a drink. After we'd finished our drinks we dropped my uncle off and my aunt and I went to a place called Asda (it's basically Wal Mart. Infact I think it's owned by Wal Mart). She got some groceries and I got a shirt and a pair of shoes. Blah blah...we left. Blah blah...we went back to her house and ate lunch. Blah blah...we picked up my cousin (Matthew) and his girlfriend and went back to her house again. And I got picked up to go home.

Day Seventeen (Monday June 14th 2010): Today I went to my great aunt Mickey's house for lunch. The lunch was okay. After that we went back to that place Dockside (I picked up a couple more pairs of those cool pantyhose).

Day Eighteen (Tuesday June 15th 2010): Today I went to a place called Maidstone. On out way to finding a parking lot, we passed by a huge ass jail. Apparently one where all the worst criminals go. Oooh. There was a store called TJ Hughes (it's a discount store) and I didn't get anything except a Matthew Williamson perfume (I was really happy with my purchase because Matthew Williamson is one of my favourite designers). We walked back through the mall to try and find the McDonalds to have lunch. On our way there there was a table with ladies selling perfume and a sign hanging from the table saying that there was "FREE PERFUME". Wanting to know the catch we decided to approach the table. She sprayed the perfumes on us and told them we would get them (all six of them) for free...if we purchased the one perfume she pulled out from underneath her table. No dice, hombre. We walked away and found the McDonalds (I had a McChicken and it looked way different from the ones I've eaten in Canada).

Day Nineteen (Wednesday June 16th 2010): Today we went back to Chatham. I really loved it there and definitely wanted to go back before I left. I got some more clothes from places called Debenhams and Primark (yo, I totally loved Primark. I loved Primark so much that I...well, bought stuff from there more than once).

Day Twenty (Thursday June 17th 2010): Today I went back to Dockside (yet again. But even then, that place is amazing) to have lunch at a place called Nando's. They said it was Portuguese chicken. But the vibe in there felt more like the Brazilian Portuguese than the Portuguese Portuguese. The chicken was so, so, so good! You could choose the level of spiciness you wanted it done and I chose the spiciest because, if you know anything about me, I heart spicy food with a passion.

Day Twenty-One (Friday June 18th 2010): Today would be my last full day in Europe. I was asked earlier in the week if there was anywhere that I'd been that I would like to go to again. I didn't want to go back to London (I think I need to explore London some more because although it was okay there, that was it. I didn't see anything too special about it. And it seemed to be filled with tourists. I know I was a tourist, but I like finding beautiful little places. And although Canterbury was also filled with tourists I enjoyed it much more, and was why I decided to go back there). The first stop we made was in a town called Whistable. I didn't like it too much there. There wasn't a lot to look at, or do, and nothing that peaked my interest. And the beach looked really gross. But we stopped at a fruit/vegetable market, so that was a good opportunity to take photos. (On a side note: when I was taking photos someone there thought I was from the press. I'm assuming because of my camera.) After Whistable we went to Canterbury and pretty much just walked around. I really enjoyed that. (Have I mentioned I loved Canterbury? Well, I do.) There were a lot of little German and French kids there that day, for some sort of school trip.



On the morning of Saturday June 19th 2010 I would wake up early, go to the airport, get on the plane and say "goodbye Europe":


And get off the plane in Canada and say, "hello Toronto":

My Trip to Europe -- Week Two.

Day Eight (Saturday June 5th 2010): Today I went to a family get-together. Now, I only knew three of the people there (my aunt, my grandmother and my grandfather) so the rest of the people there...well, I didn't know much about them or what to talk to them about. So I didn't talk too much. But they were all really nice, so when I talked it wasn't too much of a pain. We all gathered at one of my great aunt's house (she lives in a place called Essex, I believe) to have a drink and just some snack before leaving for a pub lunch. I met a third cousin there (more about him later); I didn't even know such cousins existed. Anywho, after filling my mouth with potato chips and some sort of fizzy beverage (it was some sort of wine something or another) we walked over to the pub. Let me tell you, wherever this great aunt lived (the exact name of the town, I forget) felt like it was in the middle of nowhere. The walk to the pub was only about ten minutes long, so it was okay. After ordering drinks (I got something called J20, Google it) we all talked a bit. Remember that cousin I was speaking about? Well, here's more about him. He's a teacher in London at some sort of private school. One day at school was Grandfather Day (I think he said it was when the kids brought in their grandfathers for the day, or something along those lines) and it just so happens that one of the kids he teaches is the grandson of Paul McCartney. Guess who showed up for school? Paul-friggin'-McCartney. If I was my (third) cousin, I would have died. ABSOLUTELY DIED! Anywho, in order to skip over minute details I'll just say that we ordered our food (I got the shrimp curry - and it was so good!) and ate it. Ooh interesting. After dinner some of us ordered dessert (not everyone did, but I was one of the people that did). I got something called Spotted Dick. It didn't taste or look like what you're thinking. It was some sort of spongy cake thing (the dick, I suppose) with raisins (the spotted, I suppose). It was pretty good. After our meal was done, and paid for, we walked back to the house. Not much else happened except for some more drinks (I had tea) and then we (me, my aunt, my grandfather and my grandmother) left to go home. On a random note: my great aunt had a pretty nice garden!

Day Nine (Sunday June 6th 2010): First of all, Happy 47th Birthday Johnny Depp! Okay, now back to my trip. I didn't do much today except go to a grocery store called Aldi. The one thing I noticed was that the girls at the check out counter were fast. And by "fast" I mean "very fast" - they almost threw our stuff off the counter.

Day Ten (Monday June 7th 2010): Today was the day that I went to France. I woke up at 5:30am (to be honest, in my entire life I'm 83% sure that I've never woken up that early) so I had time to get ready in time (if that makes any sense at all). We (me, my grandfather and grandmother) got in the car and drove to a town called Dover. Dover is basically the water connection line from where we were to France. When we were at the port (where we were initally was like a Greyhound bus station) we had to take a bus to the ship (not only was it far, there were a lot of cars and the like there). Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we took a ship to France. Upon leaving the bus to go through security (think of it like the airport - when you cross the border, you have to go through security) one of the border patrol/security/I don't really know what he was came on the bus to check everyones' passports. He looked at everyones' just fine as he moved through the group of people. When he got to me he requested to see my passport, so I handed it over not knowing why or what I did wrong. Actually, I did nothing wrong. But I was still scared because I thought he was going to take it and not give it back. He stamped it and then handed it back to me. It turns out he only did that because I didn't have a European passport (everyone else on the bus did). After we got off the bus we had to go through security (bag check and metal detectors). When we did my grandmother turned to me and said, "I've got a knife". Confused as to why she was telling me this, I turned around to see she had a kitchen knife wrapped in paper towel in her pocket. She'd brought it along because we were going to buy bread and cheese to make out own sandwiches. I told her to tell security (she said "I'll just put it in my pocket" - good idea grandma, we're about TO GO THROUGH A METAL DETECTOR!) She did and they said it was okay. We got on the ship and the town that we arrived in was a town called Calais. Once we got off the ship in Calais we took a bus into town. When we got off the bus we walked to a grocery store. It was in a shopping mall (I'd relate it to Cedabrae Mall) and was called Carrefours (I believe). We got some grocery type food (like bread, cheese and juice). Also some alcohol (which by the way was so cheap, you wouldn't believe). We then walked back the way we came and stopped in a park to eat lunch. There was a cart/van thingy there selling French fries, so we got some of those. We got one for each of us, but it turns out the portions were gigantic, so we didn't really end up eating much of the food we bought. We did, however, finish the juice. The apple juice. The French apple juice. After more walking we went back to the bus stop where we were dropped off and waited for the bus to come. When we got there the next bus wouldn't arrive for a while, so my grandmother and I went to a supermarket/grocery store near by to look around. When I was in there I saw THE BIGGEST Babybel EVER! We went back to the bus stop, got on the bus, went to the dock, got on the ship and went back home. Done.

Day Eleven (Tuesday June 8th 2010): Today I went into Chatham with my grandmother (well, my grandfather dropped us off but didn't stay). The first thing I did was mail the postcards that I told people I'd send. I think I sent postcards to seven people. That day we basically only look around some stores for a few hours. My two favourite stores were TK Maxx (it's basically a Winners) and Primark (we don't have anything like Primark here. The closest is probably Forever 21, but even then it's different. I love Primark because they have such nice looking clothes and everything is really cheap! SCORE!).

Day Twelve (Wednesday June 9th 2010): Today we went into Rochester. We first saw Rochester Cathedral (it was okay) and Rochester Castle (I loved that). We looked around a museum (I think it was a historical museum about Rochester? England? A war? I forgot). We then went down down the high street and looked around the shops. We went to some place that Charles Dickens used to write some stuff or another. To be honest, besides Rochester Castle was the only thing that interested me that day. After seeing Rochester we went to my cousin Andrew's house. He's a year older than me. He just moved out and got a place with one of his friends. Their place is so nice!

Day Thirteen (Thursday June 10th 2010): Today we (me, my grandmother and grandfather) went to a mall called Bluewater. It's basically the Eaton Centre. We looked around some stores (we couldn't look at all the store because 1) there were lots of them and 2) some of them were really expensive). The only store that I liked was Topshop. I'd ALWAYS wanted to go there and when I did, I must say I loved everything in there. To spare myself from temptation, I bought four rings (three came in one set and the other on its own).

Day Fourteen (Friday June 11th 2010): Today we went to a place called Dockside. It's basically an outlet shopping centre (with some places to eat). There's a store in England called Marks & Spencer (it's sort of like The Bay/Sears, but different. They have more pricey (but great quality) clothes). Well, at Dockside they have a Marks & Spencer outlet store. Totally loving the prices I bought a cropped black cardigan, a black bra and a pair of black pantyhose (that have a seam design up the back of the leg).

My Trip to Europe -- Week One.

I have decided to blog about my trip to Europe for nothing more than the fact I'd like to expand on the little notes I wrote while I was there, and so it will help me to remember what I did. (Basically, it's for me; but I thought other people might enjoy reading it as well.) I'm going to write (well, type, really) it like I would a journal. So, nothing fancy and no big or complicated words (not that I ever really use them anyway). I'll also try and make it an easy read, so you don't get bored. How I've decided to split it up is to divide it into three entries (one for each week I was away) and within each of those entries I'll do a day-by-day write up. Some days will be longer than others, some more interesting in others.

Read it all. Or read none of it. But if you're reading this far, you may as well finish what you've started.

Day One (Saturday May 29th 2010): I'm one of those people who like to arrive early to the airport. I'm not one of those people who wants to be running to their gate just as everyone is boarding the plane. I was terrified to go through security. I'm not a drug lord or an immediate danger to society, but I thought they might confiscate my camera, or tell me to leave something behind. Thankfully that did not happen. That being said, I had time to walk around and eat something before my flight took off. The place I decided to eat my snack at was Tim Hortons; simply for the fact that I knew I wouldn't be eating it for the next three weeks. (Don't laugh.) After that I took the obligatory trip to the duty free store and sprayed the obligatory perfumes on myself. I walked out of there smelling like a brothel. Then after that I headed to my gate to take some photos of the tarmac before my flight took off. Then about the time that everyone was starting to get on the plane I could see that one woman was walking the opposite way, with a couple of the airline staff. It appeared that her carry-on bag was too big/heavy. She looked like she was going to burst into tears and the airline staff look like they wanted to decapitate her. How her very large bag got past baggage/security is beyond me. So I boarded the plane and found I had the window seat. (Jealous? I bet you are!) Whilst waiting on the tarmac I decided to take some photos. But I dropped my lens cap behind my seat, so I had to get the people behind me to turn on their little light and find it for me. That was only mildly embarrassing. After waiting for takeoff and even longer for dinner, our luxurious microwaved meals finally arrived. Now, I say that with a blatantly sarcastic tone, but the meals weren't that bad. I chose the pasta which, by the way, had zucchini in it. I like zucchini very much, so I was very pleased. I found that it was particularly difficult to drink something during turbulence. Turbulence is another thing that terrifies me because, as I've said before, it's the part of the movie when the people die. I didn't die (or maybe I did and this is my ghost publishing this). By this time my shoes were already off, so I put my feet on my seat and slept. When I say slept I mean I had my head against the side (of the plane?), had the buzzing plane sound in my head and was uncomfortable. And when I say that I mean I didn't get much more than my eyelids being closed.

Day Two (Sunday May 30th 2010): I woke up and looked out the window (I had the window seat, remember? Still jealous? I bet you are) and saw gorgeous clouds (I'm slightly infatuated with clouds) and even more gorgeous sunlight. There were still a few more hours until the plane would land. In those few hours I ate the breakfast that was provided to me and continued working my way through the book of word searches that I'd brought along. Fast forward to when I got off the plane (because most other details are boring and trivial). When the plane landed on the tarmac at the airport I looked out my window (you know I had the window seat and I know you're still jealous) and saw a Harry Potter decorated airplane (belonging to Virgin Airlines)! Now I'm not even remotely a fan of the Harry Potter franchise, but that was a cool looking plane. I exited the plane and walked what seemed like half way across the airport. Actually, I think it was probably more than half way across the airport because I was pooped by the time I got to baggage. After waiting forever and a year, I'd finally got a hold of my suitcase. Having nothing for customs I proceeded to immigration. Immigration is another thing that scares me. Not because I hold an phony passport (because I don't) but because I'm afraid that if I stutter in any way when they ask me questions (you know, the "who are you staying with?" and "what's the purpose of your trip?" questions) that they'll yell at me or rip my passport up and throw it away. But, again, that did not happen. The immigration officer with the lovely accent stamped my passport, and let me go on my way. I met my grandmother on the other side (we were travelling together) and we went to wait for my grandfather (and aunt, I would later find out). When my grandfather and aunt picked us up, we embarked on our car ride home. One thing, in particular, that I noticed was that there are a lot more trees, plants and...green stuff. Going on a highway trip in Toronto, it's easy to get bored. But in England (or, at least the parts I visited) there are flowers, trees, farms, animals...a lot of things to look at to keep you entertained. Upon arriving home (I call it home because it was where I stayed for three weeks) I noticed that all of the houses in the neighbourhood each looked different, each had character. After dinner that evening, I took a walk (with my grandfather) around the neighbourhood. There were even more houses, than I'd initially seen, to look at. One belonged to a doctor, another to a millionaire, and plenty to older families. Some were small, some were large but I truly enjoyed looking at them all.

Day Three (Monday May 31st 2010): After waking up, getting dressed and eating breakfast (I can't go out sleeping, naked or hungry) we (me, my grandmother and grandfather) headed over to a place called the Save-A-Centre. It was a small mall (I'd compare it to the Scarborough Town Centre, except that this one had a couple grocery stores in it) but still nice. I looked around in quite a few shops but didn't end up buying anything.

Day Four (Tuesday June 1st 2010): In the morning I was taken to my aunt's house. (By the way, her name is also Louise.) She took me to a place called Canterbury. Canterbury is a town with, I'd say, an old world feel. There are certainly modern day things there (sidewalks being one of those things). But maintaining some of the older looking architecture, and stoned pathways it has such a nice atmosphere to it. We first took a look at the stores (there were some particularly nice second hand shops) and then headed over to a pub, called Wetherspoons, to have something to eat for lunch. What did I choose? A veggie burger. I know, typical pub food. After we ate out lunch we went to Canterbury Cathedral. Now, before I go any further, let me take some time to fangurl over Canterbury Cathedral. It was single handedly, definitely, for sure my most favouritest part of my entire trip. I loved everything about it. The look, the feel, the everything. (Fangurling now over.) After our tickets were purchased, we headed across the grounds, into the cathedral itself. "Wow" was all I could think. Once we got inside I noticed even more of the breathtaking architecture. Archways, art and stained glass windows were all over the place. I took a ton of photos. When we'd seen the inside of the building, we went outside to the grounds. There was a courtyard and you could walk around the exterior. The outside was just as gorgeous as what we saw inside. Our final stop at the Cathedral, before leaving, was a garden. There were flowers there, trees there, a gardener there and...a cat. We befriended the cat (it was so cute and friendly!) and then headed out. Later that day I met two (of three) cousins, Matthew and Andrew. I would meet the other one (whose university graduation ceremony was held at Canterbury Cathedral), Steven, close to two weeks later.

Day Five (Wednesday June 2nd 2010): Today was the day I went to London. I woke up at an ungodly hour, so we (me, my aunt and one of her friends) could get to London relatively early. You truly need an entire day to look at even a fraction of the things in London. To see everything in London you'd truly need an entire lifetime. Anyways, we got to the train station and purchased our Day Travelcard (for trains and buses. It was so we could get around all day). Want to guess how much it cost for ONE person? Around $19. Absolutely outrageous. For the people in Toronto who complain about the prices of the TTC, they can shut the heck up. We got on the train to get to London. There was one man on the train who caught my gleaming little eye. He looked almost exactly like Robert Pattinson. Sometimes we joke around about people looking like celebrities, but this guy really did look like Rpattz. (I stared a little.) But unfortunately he got off before we did. When we got to London we walked through St. James' Park to Buckingham Palace. St. James' Park was a huge and beautiful. There were squirrels all over the place, ducks near a pond and people taking walks. We arrived to Buckingham Palace and, no offence to anybody who loves it, but the building itself just looked like some sort of law building downtown. Not too pretty, and nothing special. The gates, however, were more visually appealing. There was gold stuff on it, so I guess that was cool. Not to mention, there were a ton of people there! We stood far back from the gates (lots of people = too crowded) to watch the Changing of the Guard ceremony (it's where those guys in red with the tall, black fluffy hats are changed). There were a whole bunch of horses and a band and...I didn't really like it. We ended up leaving early (in part because it was hot, in part because we wanted to avoid at least some of the crowd). We walked back through St. James' Park and, on our way, we saw a pelican. It was just walking by itself through the park. I'd never seen such a thing before! After exiting St. James' Park we saw a horse guard, so we took a photo with him. My aunt's friend ask if she was allowed to touch him and he sort of nodded yes. So she did, when she had her photo taken with him. My and my aunt's turn was next so I thought if someone else was allowed to touch him, I would too. Wrong. His boss came out just as we were taking the photo and yelled "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" I immediately backed off. We then walked up the street to Trafalgar Square and sat down for a little bit. We didn't stay for long, really. We then left and walked towards near where the London Eye was. The way that we were walking we saw Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament first. I stopped to take a photo of Big Ben. I moved out of the way (or tried to, at least) most of the people walking on the sidewalk, so I wouldn't be in their way. So, there I was, pointing my camera up to Big Ben when I felt a hand going in my shirt. If you didn't already know, there are gypsies in London. And those gypsies try to sell you flowers. If you don't buy their flowers they will cast a bad luck spell on you (for real). The hand I felt down my shirt was a gypsy trying to sell me a flower. It was so weird. After I'd been felt up by a gypsy lady we headed over the bridge near where the London Eye was. On the walk over the bridge I saw one of the coolest buskers ever! He had a didgeridoo and a guitar and his music sounded so cool. On the other side of the bridge I saw some monks! I thought that was pretty cool. We had McDonalds for lunch (classy) near the river (also classy). We walked back over the bridge after lunch and took the train to Harrods. Harrods is "the world's most famous luxury department store". They ain't lying. Most everything in there was quite expensive (I think the cheapest thing I saw was tea). For instance, I tried on a hat. Not looking at the brand, or price, I took the hat off and looked at the price tag. It cost the equivalent of $4000! I had a little heart attack, put the hat down and walked away. Harrods has everything you could imagine - cooked foods, uncooked foods, clothes, shoes...you can even buy pets there! None of which I bought. I saw some things I liked, but I didn't buy anything because...well, I have no idea. But I did pick up a Harrods store guide on the way in, so I suppose that would be souvenir from there. After Harrods we headed to another part of London, called Covent Garden. I quite liked it there. They had performers and buskers, open markets, stores and a park. After walking around and resting in the park for a bit, we went to a "comedy club". I put that in quotations because it was not even comedy. Earlier in the day we saw some people in the streets handing out flyers, with a coupon on them, for a comedy show. We decided that we'd like a good laugh and ended up going. It was the most disgusting thing I could have ever imagined. First of all, we were seated in a hotel basement with maybe 20 chairs in the entire room. The MC was a creepy looking man who told jokes only about rape and pedophilia. The other two comics we saw told essentially the same sorts of jokes. I felt disgusted to even be sitting there. None of the people in the room truly found the "jokes" funny. Because there is absolutely no entertainment factor in jokes about rape. Or pedophilia. If we'd known the show was how it was, we would not have gone. It was a waste of time and a waste of money. We headed back home on the train and, after a long, fun and tiring day, I was happy to be home.

Day Six (Thursday June 3rd 2010): I went to Brighton that day. It was over an hour car ride from where I was staying and because I was still so tired from the day before, I slept on the way there. Brighton is quite a nice town. It seems particularly nice for a place to retire to. It's well kept, looks nice and not overly busy (unlike London). We sat on the beach. Before I continue I would like to say this was the most uncomfortable beach I've ever been too. There was no sand; it was all rocks and pebbles. Ouch. But it was really pretty! We had fish and chips for lunch (mine drenched in vinegar. Mmm) and ate it on the beach. After lunch we walked along the pier. There was a midway sort of thing - with games, food and chairs. I didn't play any of it, but it looked like people were having enough fun. The view from the pier was amazing. I could see down the beach and across the water. After we'd spent enough time in the sun, and had enough of the beach, we left, dropped out things off to our car and then headed out to look at the shops. We walked around. A lot. We walked around a lot. We looked in a lot of shops but I don't think we ended up buying anything. Again, there wasn't really anything that caught my eye. But the walk was pretty nice. It was nice to window shop, with the nice weather. Brighton was a pretty good day.

Day Seven (Friday June 4th 2010): Today was a pretty relaxing day. I slept in, after two really busy days, and ate some food before we (me, grandmother and grandfather) left for a farm near our house. (I would say what it's called, but I've forgotten the name of it. Sorry.) It was HUGE, let me say that. We walked around the farm (looked at the ducks, cows and horses) and saw the scenery (apple orchards etc). To get to most everything (like the apple orchards, animals) you had to go to the top of the hill. The easiest way to do so in to walk around the base of hill and then up around it, instead of going straight up it (steeper inclination that way). Now, you know it's easier to walk down a big hill than it is to walk up it. So on our way back we walked down the hill, to the farmer's market. In the farmer's market they had a little gift store; chocked full of overpriced trinkets! The things were cute, and all, but I don't know how many people honestly buy any of it. After we looked around the gift shop we went to the food section of the farmer's market to get some tomatoes and green onions. The prices of the food were no less surprising. But we didn't buy a lot, and we know we'd obviously eat it all, so it didn't matter that much. We were finally done with the farm, and farmer's market and gift shop and walking, and got in the car to go back home. On our way there we made one last stop. A farmer's market stall. The prices were much better at that place and, thus, we got more food. I couldn't wait to eat it all!