The Regina “International” Airport: Where it all began.
On December 29th, my first-ever New Zealand visitor set foot in SASKATCHEWAN. Yes, Nick and I have had friends visit us in Toronto. Having someone pop by your chic downtown apartment in Canada’s biggest metropolis cannot compare to the enormity of having your friend from across the world visit your HOMETOWN, in your HOME PROVINCE.
Ashleigh in her new Canadiana, she later jumped into the snow wearing only this and a light parka.
Needless to say, Ashleigh’s reaction to winter in Saskatchewan was priceless. Her lack of skates didn’t stop her from gliding out of the Regina airport into my car. Nor did she realize just how much snow (and it’s been light this year so far) can accumulate in a person’s backyard. There were deer, fox, and coyote spottings from our kitchen, mulled wine, and a minor snowmobile accident. She was also especially fond of my mother’s healthy cooking.
To see one’s hometown through fresh, unbiased eyes is a remarkable experience. It ignited my appreciation for the quaint, rural town where I grew up in ways I never knew were possible. Ashleigh also fell in love with Saskatoon with its beautiful bridges and stunning downtown core.
Note: In order to keep this post from becoming an expose on why prairiegirlmusings came about… I’ll stick to point form.
Other Saskatchewan highlights include:
Reconnecting with old friends and celebrating the marriage of my dear friend, Jill on New Years Eve! If I still worked (read: interned) at Weddingbells, I’d submit Jill and Riley’s wedding to the magazine (their New Years Eve in New York City theme was perfectly executed!)
Now, for some terrifically awful photography by yours truly:
Ash and I with our matching Moochi heels, prior to the wedding.
Didn’t I say the decor and food was top-notch?
Here are some more professional photos that I pinched from the bride (Thank you, Jill!)
An old-fashioned Ortynsky potluck at the Saskatoon apartment:
Trying out Saskatoon’s culinary scene:
We had a delightful pre-flight lunch at Ayden Kitchen & Bar.
Nobody does a latte bowl like Jimmy Oneschuk at Museo.
Stay tuned for Toronto and Montreal blog posts!