I know. I know.
Millions of Americans have been to Niagra Falls.

Generations of lovers honeymooned there. But it took me 60 years
--- oh, right --- 63 years to get there.

Larry and I drove up to Canada on April 19 to attend a conference on leukemia that was being held in St. Catherines, Ontario at the White Oaks Resort, Spa and Conference Centre. And that was finally the excuse I needed to do this American of all trips.

The conference ran from noon on Friday through noon on Sunday and kept us very busy and very focused....no time to play. But on Sunday, we drove down the Canadian falls and did the typical tourist-y things. And had a ball!

We found the casino where I took the opportunity to try my hand at gambling -- and won $119 in about 10 minutes! I like that! From the casino, we walked down what might be the tackiest of the tackiest vacation streets in North America. It is at the end of the this street that one can gaze at the Falls. We drove the parkway through wine country; I gazed at its natural beauty. Our destination was Niagra-on-the-Lake. We parked the car and wandered the main street of little boutiques and restaurants. One quite wonderful place called Prince of Wales Hotel offered high tea at 4 and a dining room for dinner. We, however, passed it up as being a tad too pricey. I mean, $36.00 for meatloaf -- and that's Canadian money, mind you and the least expensive entree on the menu. It turned out to be a good decision as we found a nice little basement restaurant that featured delicious Mediterranian fare.

And now I can't wait to go back. I want to drive through little towns and stop along the way. I want to re-visit wine country when I really have the time to sample.

And I want to go back to the casino.

Artsy

Fartsy

Art furniture at the conference center!