What happens when you forget you are not a fan of the adventure you are planning…
My mom loves sailing and being out on the water and used to be a sailing instructor before I came around. When she came out to visit me, I thought it would be cool to go sailing as a very late birthday present for her.
Manitoba has two large lakes, one which has a yacht club. The club does not do sailing trips/excursions to the public but individual members of the club might take you out, if you ask nicely.
I called around and eventually found someone who was happy to take us sailing. We met up with our sailor, older gentleman. I’m not sure why, but he definitely looked like a sailor. Not the black and white stripped shirt, tattoo sporting sailor, just a normal sailor. I asked him if he would like anything in return for taking us out on the lake. All he wanted was a bottle of rum. How appropriate!
My mom likes to be out on the water and does very well on boats. While sailing, this is what she looked like:
She is calm, confident and collected. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. My mom was a natural and she quickly got the hang of things. I mean, who even gets the wind on their side?
I, on the other hand, looked like this:
I was not making a face to be funny, I did not even know my picture was being taken. This is just what I look like on a rocking boat. It has something to do with the boat rocking just right, my stomach churns and turns and I want to go curl up in bed for the rest of the day. Mom finds this very entertaining as I am able to fly aerobatics in an aircraft for an hour and not feel nauseous, but 15 minutes on a rocking boat and I am done. Of course it was windy and the boat was leaning and rocking, I did not have a moments rest.
What on earth was I thinking? Why did I do this to myself? I knew before this trip that I don’t enjoy rocking boats, why did I plan it anyways?
After a while though, I did get a hang of things and even got to sit at the helm. It took some coaching and we ended up closer to the shore. Sort of…
Even though it was a cold day, it was a memorable adventure and I know my mom enjoyed it very much. What I do know is that sailing is not my cup of tea.
After the sailing, I did find my cup of tea at Amma’s Tearoom right by the water in Gimli. It is a cute tea house not far from the lake and they have a wide variety of teas as well as some Icelandic food. We tried some teas as well as their Icelandic Sampler Plate which included open faced Rullupylsa (seasoned lamb) sandwich on Icelandic brown bread, a taste of skyr (Icelandic yogurt), ponnukokor (Icelandic crepe) and a slice of vinatarta; the famous multi layered prune filled torte. It was delicious and a great way to finish off the adventures of the day.