St. John's Maple Syrup Festival

I have 40 days left to live in St. Cloud. Thinking about it makes me depress. I can't bring the all the wonderful people I met here to go back home with me. Starting from the point of departure, I can only take only memories with me... and some pictures.

Everything has to come to an end. But you know what. In life, every end is just a new beginning.

Last Saturday, we got to get out of St. Cloud. But we didn't go far, just to St. John which is about 20 minutes away from here. The trip only cost me $3, so... why not. Plus, we get to see how maple syrup are made.

Okay, I forgot to take the exterior picture of the bus. It is a typical yellow school bus like the ones you see in the tv.

A bunch of Latinos and Asians and Syrian

Walking into the wood. I was humming Winnie-The-Pooh Song.

And from the opposite direction, the army were coming.

I always feel intimidated when I see them around.

And then unexpected coincidence happened. Someone in a car called my name while we were walking towards the entrance of the festival. It was Tom. I met him for the first time on Friday morning in Garvey (the cafeteria). I knew that he lives somewhere in St. John. But I didn't know that St. John is so small.

Collecting the syrup.

We paid to work?

Well, they compensated us with ice-cream.

The world sound so sweet with a little music.

Children. Aren't they adorable?

Horse wagon ride. And they....don't smell so nice.

Cheers.