Winnipeg, the second Seville

Some of you may remember the time my family spent in Europe 8 years ago. We travelled around in the teeniest of rental cars, saw the sites, and generally had a great time. One town, however, was equivilent to standing under high pressure water after being horrifically sunburnt, and having to listen to Aquas "Barbie Girl" a repeated number of times. This towns name--Seville, Spain. Imagine the teeniest car stuck between vespa sized streets, $300 laundry bills, lost passports, and a car accident. Well at this weeks family reunion Seville was recreated--Canada style--in Winnipeg. The temp was 43 degrees with the humidity, dad found a fly in his coffee (by means of his mouth), an empty Pizza Hut managed to make us three pizzas wrong (3 of us in the family are hypoglycemic...I'll let you imagine the tempers we had on us), and of course, the truck was broken into in the "secure" hotel parking lot with a video camera pointed at it and they still couldn't find out who did it.

It was ridiculous.