The Stone Arch Bridge of Minnesota
(When a picture worth a thousand words)
It was on a breezy spring day when we woke up and saw the sun lit up the morning sky and a shy ray greeted through our flat’s window. The weather in North Dakota is always unpredictable either you are new to the state or you have been living there since you were born. Even the April spring was still welcoming the snow blizzard and the cloudy cold windy days. As if you were getting all of the four seasons in a day, people of this state rarely took off their jackets.
It was a peaceful weekend as usual in Fargo. Bus services were less frequent than usual. No milkman was to be seen. School buses were at depot. School children woke up later than usual. There was no van from the senior care center to pick up their clients for some shopping or perhaps for medical treatment. Less cars on the road. The winter snow had gradually melted. The oldies had started to take a morning walk. Some neighbors were walking their dogs to the park. Some men started opening garages. After a long harsh winter it was time to check on the barbecue equipments. Perhaps driving the Ford Mustang or the old Cadillac with the windows down would be fun.
We decided to go to Minneapolis, Minnesota on that day. The city is about 3 and a half hours journey from Fargo. We made a stop at the Albertville, just at the outskirt of the city center. Window shopping was quite something but this area do have some good deals for clothes and stuff. It was midday in Albertville, so indulging some ice cream was just worth it. The drive from Fargo to Minneapolis was quite scenic. If you are lucky, you could see bison herds on the fields either side of the road. The states of North Dakota and Minnesota are on the area of Great Plain of North America. Part of the Prairie. They are rich of agricultural fields. Barns, crops, tractors and silos are common views.
As we approached Minneapolis, the view has changed to some metropolitan of high rise buildings. There was Mall of America located in Bloomington. The train station at St. Paul is one of the major Amtrak interchange between the west and the east of the United States of America. Minneapolis is both old and new. Like Bloomington versus St. Paul. It is also called the Twin Cities.
It was night time as we settled at one of the suburb areas of Minneapolis. The city is also rich of cultural background. We chose to walk in to a Somali restaurant just next to Park Avenue and 31st street. Lamb Kabsah and a plateful of Chicken Kababs with Biryani rice was indeed a satisfaction to our tired souls. Finding diners like this in Fargo was quite hard but you can find several of them in this city. These middle eastern restaurants had easy supply for their meat and spices from the Holy Land market in the Central Avenue of the city.
Minnesota is called the ‘Land of 10,000 lakes’. After a good night rest at a lodge, we were ready for a good morning walk in Minneapolis. We took a stroll down the park at St Anthony Bridge. The bridge that crosses the Mississipi River from St Anthony Falls was quite a scene with serene breeze to enjoy on a good Sunday morning. The locals greeted hellos from up and down the stream. Children riding bikes and morning joggers are common sight in this area. There is a Historic Mill City museum nearby but it was close on that day. As we walked approaching the Stone Arch Bridge there were beautiful tulips next to the parking sites. Strong red tulips blooming proudly as if they were smiling to all the visitors who came by. This park was lit up with lights and loud music during the night before. Perhaps such sounds came from the nearby pubs and gay clubs but it has turned to be calmer and cool this morning.
By midday, we were ready to go back to Fargo. We made several stops to iconic buildings in this city such as the University of Minnesota, Minneapolis Institute of Arts, and Minneapolis Sculpture Garden. The sculpture garden was indeed recommendable for family outings because of its large area and many small statues to admire especially on a sunny spring day. The park most probably thronged with people during the summer. As we were saying goodbye to the streets of Minneapolis, the journey back to Fargo was tiresome but had certainly left us with a thousand memory which was only able to be depicted in a single photo like this.