Yesterday, I dusted off my bike, filled the tires with air, clipped on my helmet and went for a little bike ride with Sharl. (Well, he doesn't consider my pace as a bike ride, but rather a bike stroll.)

We rode up to College and stopped on a patio at Sicilian Café for some cappuccinos, zabajone tartuffo and waffles with ice cream. My eyes lit up with delight upon tasting everything. Was so good.

I think this summer i will get over my fear of getting caught in a streetcar rail and ride my bike more often. Now if I could only get a little basket and helmet for Xhosa so she can come with me..