WHOA lansi

francophile, oenophile, logophile, turophile

Author: whoalansi Page 12 of 35

On Bravery

3913818658_83bf05f9fc_z

Château de Chenonceau – Loire Valley (2006)

I don’t consider myself to be a particularly brave person. Independent, strong-willed, stubborn – yes. If you asked me to describe myself, I wouldn’t use brave as a qualifier though. It figures pretty low down the list, & I’d actually probably describe myself as more cautious. I reserve that description for soldiers, firefighters, & the like.

My best friend is backpacking through Europe on her own right now though, & we were discussing the comments that ultimately come up when you decide to go on such an adventure. I’ve done the bulk of my travel alone, & as I’ve expressed many times before, I am passionate in my belief that solo travel is important. I suppose I’d given her the impression that it’s also normal. Unfortunately, ten years after my first trip, it’s still not. In fact, more often than not, people comment that they could never travel alone. They’re in disbelief that she’s travelling by herself. I got this reaction often too, & then when I returned, I was often told I was brave for going it alone.

4699_566627547897_210548_n

All the solo travel selfies

1923486_567409156547_6357527_n

Covered Bridges in Strasbourg

1923486_567408358147_5479554_n

Solo drinks & planning

While I also love to travel with friends, I think it’s a completely different experience. (I’m really don’t mean to knock group travel! It has some serious merits too!) I’m sad that the prospect of travelling alone would deter someone from travel at all. Honestly, I feel they’re missing out. I hope perception around this is changing, but we clearly haven’t reached a point of normalization.

4699_566633790387_4763268_n

Prague Castle

10400715_540586145077_7840238_n

Perouges, France

10400715_540586055257_3618118_n

Silly self timer shot in Perouges

If that’s what’s keeping you from an experience, let me just say that you can do it. New experiences can seem daunting at first, but it won’t take long to adapt. Take the leap! I personally loved my experiences & found incredible freedom in the opportunity to do as I pleased. I loved wandering new cities with no real destination, sitting in cafes reading or writing, & taking as many photos as I wanted without worrying that I was holding someone up. It gave me time to figure out who I was on my own, which was invaluable.  & since I was mostly hostelling, I met people in the evenings & enjoyed the company of others when I wanted it.

3785_565921353117_5139078_n

Making friends in Munich

1934664_541312389677_2332712_n

Ski day at Chamrousse

2183_539192358237_4993_n

Lake Geneva

Have you ever travelled alone? Would you consider it? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!

Eat Eat \ Suzette Bistro

Parlement de Bretagne

Parlement de Bretagne (2009)

I’ve written at length about my love for Lyon, but my first French love was actually for Rennes. Ten years ago, I packed my comically large suitcase for a semester abroad in a small French city in the northwest region of Brittany. At twenty, I had no real clue what I was getting myself into or how the experience would change me.

Rennes (or Roazhon, if you speak Breton) felt like a small town to me, & I spent the next six months exploring every inch of it.The city is considered to be one of the most festive in France & I made every effort to take in as much of that as I could. It certainly lived up to its reputation – I can barely keep track of how many festivals & events took place during my stay.

One of the many festivals: Fest-Noz

One of the many festivals: Fest-Noz

Wandering the old streets of the beautiful historic center was by far one of my favourite pastimes during my stay. A picnic in one of the beautiful parks also isn’t a bad way to spend an afternoon, & thanks to the large student population, Rennes also boasts a vibrant nightlife. There’s even a street made up only of bars. Nicknamed “rue de la soif” (Street of Thirst), rue Saint-Michel is the place to be on a Thursday night during the school year.

3047_564543958427_3917138_n (1)

One of the beautiful squares

3047_564542536277_8192570_n (1)

Portes Mordelaises: the last remaining gate to Rennes from the middle ages.

3047_564542157037_3958786_n

Crêperies at St Anne

3047_564542326697_7134511_n

Parc du Thabor

DSC05106

Opéra at Christmas (2005)

DSC04444

A rare snowfall at Villejean Residences

If that wasn’t enough to make me fall in love, the local food certainly did. Brittany has many wonderful specialties including seafood, salted butter caramels, numerous pastries, cidre (hard apple cider), & half salted butter (for some reason, it’s unreal). You can find most of these at the weekly Saturday market, le marché des Lices. For my favourite traditional Breton delicacy though, you’ll want to head over to Crêperie St Anne & order a galette. Breton galettes are the crêpe’s savoury soulmate, made from buckwheat flour & filled with anything from smoked meats to vegetables & cheese.

DSC03833

Le marché des Lices

DSC03828

An having a galette jambon at the market

3047_564543978387_5822301_n

Galette Complète – jambon, œuf, frommage.

I thought I’d have to go back to Rennes for my galette cravings until Suzette Bistro opened this year. I could barely contain my excitement as I walked over to meet N for dinner last Friday. Reminiscing about my time in Brittany, I had high hopes for our meal.

A quick look through their drink menu & I decided on the cidre brut (dry cider) – a favourite from both times I lived in France & an easy choice for me. Their selection also included a decent assortment of beer & wines. I love that the cidre was served in a traditional ceramic mug like you would get in Brittany. Things were certainly off to a good start!

DSC01522

Cidre

For my main course, I chose the Complète, with French ham, Gruyère cheese, & egg (always my favourite variety in France!). N went with the Norvégienne, which should come as no surprise to anyone who’s eaten with him as it features smoked salmon. All galettes come with a a mixed green salad. Ours orders arrived quickly & that was the first thing I dug into. It doesn’t look like much, but this is exactly the same salad I’ve eaten in countless restaurants across France, & it is fantastic. The magic is in the perfect dressing. If that didn’t take me back to Bretagne, then my first bite of galette certainly did. It was perfect combination of ham, cheese, & egg in every bite! & the actual galette tasted exactly as I remembered. I tried a couple bites of N’s, & it was delicious too. A generous serving of smoked salmon paired nicely with the creamy leeks.

DSC01526

DSC01528

Despite barely having room for dessert, I convinced N to share a Bretonne crêpe with me. I couldn’t resist the idea of caramel beurre salé (can you blame me?!). I also ordered a cappuccino. It was the perfect way to cap off our meal.

DSC01532

A perfect crêpe, bigger than my face.

DSC01533

DSC01534

Suzette Bistro gets tops marks from me as authentically Breton & incredibly delicious. The prices are reasonable, the service was pleasant (you could even practice your French with some of the staff, if you wanted!), & the food was fantastic. It seems we aren’t the only fans of this new Mission addition either – the place was surprisingly busy despite our early reservation.

I highly recommend you check out Suzette Bistro – they do weekend brunch & weekday lunch & dinner (with the exception of Mondays). Thank you to Suzette for a wonderful meal & a fantastic trip down memory lane.

Suzette Bistro Menu, Reviews, Photos, Location and Info - Zomato

Currently

image

I’m definitely going to miss this part of my commute

Thinking about: our move. We found a house, wrote an offer, & are now moving in one week. After looking for a year, the actual buying process flew by once we found a house. Or maybe I should say, once I found a house.

N was up north, so I saw the house, made the decision we should buy it, wrote an offer with our agent, & then got all the deposits & everything ready. Literally no one else (including my parents) saw it except me. (Unless you count on snapchat, which you shouldn’t. Who buys a house based on snapchat videos?! We do, apparently.) Luckily N trusts me, & when he saw it for our inspection, he was happy with the choice. & now here we are. I’ve been feeling sentimental towards the little things I will miss, but excited about all the great things ahead. Until then, I’ve got a million lists in my head & packing on my mind.

Drinking: tea. I’ve been on a tea kick lately at work. I think because I was sick last week. At home, we’ve been drinking beer lately. I think we need a break from that though so I’m thinking about doing a whole 30 challenge after the move. (I’ve yet to tell N this…)
Reading:Le Petit Prince. I picked this book up as a placeholder gift for our anniversary. I’d ordered a wedding photo book, but it wasn’t going to arrive in time for our trip. When I finally stumbled upon a French copy, I knew I had to have it. A longtime favourite, I’d translated a passage for our wedding ceremony, making it even more special to me. I only just started it last night, but so far I’m really enjoying reading in French (being a children’s book, it’s an easy read if your French skills are a little rusty).
I also just received a few books I ordered online (cuz who doesn’t need more stuff as you’re trying to pack up your condo). I bought Paper Towns, Looking for Alaska, & Bringing Up Bébé. I’d like to cut back on the amount of TV I’m watching so I’m hoping these books help. I realize I just told the internet that I bought a book about raising children, but don’t get any ideas there. Seriously. I heard it was funny & the subject intrigues me. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Let me know if you have any other reading suggestions – I’m always looking for a good read.
Loving: Packing. Just kidding! Does anyone like packing?
This city! I’m volunteering for Beakerhead this weekend & it’s been a great reminder of how much fun our city can be. Combining science, art, & engineering, this festival is a hands-on, citywide event with a little something for everyone. It culminates in a Saturday night street party. I love how this city totally embraces events like this & am so excited to be attending (& volunteering!) this year!

Watching: Love it or List it. Excessively. I don’t know if it’s because we’re in this new house mode or what, but I marathon watch that every chance I get. It’s ridiculous & out of control. All the more reason to get into these new books!

How about you? What have you been up to? This post was inspired by Sometimes Sweet. Find previous Currently posts here.

Living Abroad \ Journaling

wpid-wp-1441729940203.jpeg

I’ve always loved the physical act of writing. There’s something so cathartic about putting pen to paper that nothing else compares to. While I do keep an online calendar for some appointments & reminders, I still also keep a handwritten daytimer/journal. I find I remember things better if I write them down, but I also enjoy having my memories on paper.

The majority of my journaling has taken place while abroad. I’m a strong proponent of keeping some form of written account while travelling. Whether you jot down things you saw & did in point form or write a full account of your days, it’s both a wonderful keepsake & incredibly helpful when all those buildings in your photos start to look the same. It’s been huge for blogging about our honeymoon & remembering details a year later. I love looking back on them when I have a spare moment & they have the added bonus of jogging my memory when people ask for travel tips. Sure, there are moments I’d like to forget, but most of the time I look back & realize how much I’ve grown. & that’s a pretty cool thing to witness in yourself.

My favourite journal is the moleskine journal. I’ve given these beauties to many people before their trips & have a large collection myself. They’re durable, simple, relatively compact, & have a pocket for postcards, receipts, or tickets. I highly recommend them.

Whatever the journal you choose, I recommend taking a few minutes throughout your trip to sit down & jot down a few things. It doesn’t have to be a novel. You never have to show it to anyone else. It’s yours to do what you want with. I promise you won’t regret the keepsake or the memories.

Happy Travels, friends!

August in Instagram

& just like that, August is gone. Seriously? Everyone is talking about fall & pumpkin spice & sweaters, but I’m still over here wishing my tan wasn’t fading & daydreaming of sunny patios. I love summer. Fall is okay too, but it doesn’t beat summer. Fall just means we’re one step closer to parkas & sorels & all that nonsense. My morning bike ride is getting chilly. I know it’s coming, but I’ve still got another few weeks, & I refuse to give in early.

We had a great August – filled it family, friends, & folly. (Ah I love a good alliteration…). Here’s what we got up to according to Instagram:

instagram_2015-09-03

  1. Camping at Big Valley Jamboree with N.
  2. Our BVJ crew in all our messy glory. This music festival was one of the craziest weekends I’ve ever had.
  3. Celebratory birthday dinner for my little brother, who isn’t so little anymore.
  4. I’ve known these girls since junior high, but it’s rare that we all get a photo together. We caught up this month over dinner at Anju. It was fantastic.
  5. Cheers to officially buying a house.(!!!!) After we removed the conditions, we grabbed a beer at Vancouver’s Granville Island Brewing.
  6. We are the three best friends that anyone could have. & we were so happy to celebrate Nikki & Dan as they tied the knot. I’ve known Nikki my whole life & am so happy for them. xo
  7. Enjoying the suite life at the El Dorado in Kelowna. Definitely a splurge – that hotel is fantastic.
  8. Touring the South Okanagan Wineries for our anniversary. I absolutely loved Culmina Family Estate Winery. Meeting Elaine Triggs was such a treat. She’s a very interesting lady & I highly recommend booking a tasting if you’re in the area.
  9. It was incredible to see the effect of the smoke from the Washington fires on every area we visited. The lake felt a little like Mordor.

Well, that’s it for August. Vacation has come & gone & it’s back to reality. We move at the end of the month so it’s gonna be real busy! Happy September, friends!

Honeymoon 016 \ Cinque Terre Uno

DSC_0403

When I look back on our honeymoon, it’s nearly impossible to pick a favourite destination. Our trip was filled with incredible sights & wonderful memories. If I did make some kind of list though, Cinque Terre world certainly figure towards the top. This region combines everything I love most about travel : phenomenal food, breathtaking views, welcoming locals, & an array of activities to keep us from getting bored.

Cinque Terre literally means five lands. It consists of five villages along the rugged Italian coastline, in the region of Liguria: Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, & Riomaggiore. I did a lot of research on the area before choosing the quietest (& perhaps least accessible) of the five towns, Corniglia, as our homebase. The laid-back, slower pace & central location appealed to me, but it’s not for the faint of heart. In order to reach the town’s centre, you’ll have to climb over 300 steps. Unlike the other four towns, Corniglia is also not accessible by boat. We found these traits added to the charm of the little village & allowed for much quieter evenings.

IMG_1323

Training across Italy

After a day of train travel across Italy, we arrived in our small, seaside village quite late. The Italian train system was exactly how I remembered from my limited experience – usually late & a little bit quirky. Getting off the train in a new place after dark that night, I wasn’t so sure of our decision. Our late arrival meant the shuttle up the hill was no longer running. We were forced to walk up, enormous rolling suitcases in tow (I almost always travel with a backpack, but we decided to try to be a bit classier since we were cruising. I missed my backpack once we were off the ship). We decided to take the dark, winding road, crossing our fingers that it was the right direction. Luckily, we bumped into another couple who assured us we were on the right track.

The main square was pretty quiet when we finally reached it. A few diners lingered over their meals, tourists enjoyed a stroll for ice cream, & locals gathered for a chat. I love how squares are the heartbeat of most European towns & cities.

The grocer on the corner was still open, so we took the opportunity to ask for directions to our rental. Instead of pointing us to the building, he picked up the phone & called Lidia, the lady we were renting from. That’s how small Corniglia is. She pulled up a few minutes later & walked us over to our apartment, pointing out some of the things we’d need to know in the coming days. She only gave us a quick overview before sending us off to dinner before the restaurants closed for the night.

We chose a place on the main square & ordered some wine, trenette al pesto, & grilled fish. It was all delicious, especially after such a long day of travel. I really couldn’t get enough of that pesto. Afterwards, we bought a bottle of wine & had a couple glasses on our rooftop terrace, overlooking the little village & coastline.

IMG_1324

I still dream about this pesto

IMG_1331

our cute, little room

IMG_1333

view of the square from our terrace

After a few additional tips from Lidia in the morning, we grabbed a nice, big breakfast & set out for the day. The two easiest hikes were unfortunately closed due to landslides in the area. Instead, we planned to do the more difficult (but free) ones. We started with the trail to Manarola, along the red line. Climbing further & further up the steep path, the view quickly became impressive. Once we’d almost reached the peak, we split off onto another trail to start our traverse. This part of the path was probably my favourite; I gushed over the many olive trees, lemon trees, & terraced vineyards. It was suddenly clear where the incredible, fresh flavours of everything we ate came from (their backyard, literally). We were surrounded by vines (some of the steepest vineyards I’ve ever seen) everywhere we looked. It was truly an incredible sight.

IMG_1338

Breakfast

DSC_0293_2

IMG_2244

DSC_0303_2

Corniglia from the trail

DSC_0311_2

DSC_0318

DSC_0327

Beautiful, beautiful Corniglia

DSC_0347

DSC_0349_2

DSC_0356_2

Terraced vines

DSC_0366

IMG_1429

Narrow path & vines on either side

Our descent into Manarola included over 1000 stairs & panoramic views of the village. I probably exclaimed, “this is so beautiful!” over 200 times. We followed our stomachs to a little restaurant in the heart of the village, grabbing a spot on their terrace. I decided to go for the grilled octopus & was not disappointed. It was the most tender octopus I’ve ever tasted. Like most of the food in Italy, simple & delicious, I never knew it could taste thate amazing. N went with the lobster spaghetti, which he thoroughly enjoyed (can you really go wrong with lobster?).

DSC_0356_2

DSC_0384_2

DSC_0389_2

DSC_0391_2

DSC_0393

Manarola from the trail

DSC_0395

DSC_0399

DSC_0402

Working our way down

DSC_0406_2

DSC_0416_2

DSC_0424_2

I only remembered a photo halfway through so this doesn’t look like much, but trust me: the bomb.

DSC_0425

Manarola features an incredible harbour, full of people sunbathing, swimming, & cliff jumping. We decided to join them & each jumped off about a ten foot cliff. It was scary at first, but once we got over the fear, it was so much fun. The water was the perfect temperature & I could have easily swam for a couple hours. We wanted to see Riomaggiore too though so we had to get back on the trail.

DSC_0423

IMG_1339

IMG_1358

I loved watching them lower boats into the water

IMG_1376

IMG_1392

IMG_1402

IMG_2279

IMG_1428

DSC_0429

The town isn’t really that far, but with Via dell’ Amore close, it took about an hour to do the harder hike. Instead of a 25 minute walk on a paved pathway, we headed straight up the mountain (& I mean STRAIGHT up). It was pretty much 25 min up, a little break at the top, then 25 min back down. Once we got into the village, we grabbed a cone of mixed fried fish including calamari, white fish, crayfish, & whole anchovies. I wasn’t sure how I’d find the whole fish, but they wound up being my favourite part. Everything was delicious & tender, but those little anchovies stole the show. We bought a large beer from a grocery store & headed down to the rocks, enjoying the sun, sea, & a cold drink. We also picked up some pesto & a nice bottle of local wine before taking the train back to Corniglia.

DSC_0485

I love these colourful little villages

DSC_0481

DSC_0486_2

IMG_1417

Seafood cone – just do it.

IMG_2313

Bringing his boat up for storage

IMG_1424

Wine makes waiting for trains go much quicker

IMG_1431

Sadly closed (still, a year later)

We caught the end of the sunset on the panoramic terrace in Corniglia. There’s a little bar that sets up tables & chairs there. We ordered a few appies – some tartines with pesto & anchovies, & cheese with honey – grabbed a couple glasses of wine, & watched the sunset. It was delicious.

IMG_2322

IMG_1422

IMG_1421

Simple & delicious

Quickly changing for dinner, we decided to try a cute little spot in the centre. When we’d walked past the previous night, it was packed, so we figured it was a good bet. It turned out Osteria a Cantina de Mananan was a winner. Although, we were the last diners, our server didn’t rush us &, instead, made us feel welcome in every way.

We started our meal with some charcuterie, cheese, olives, & this surprisingly delicious quiche. I like quiche, but I never think that highly of it. This version was a total game changer. For our main course, we shared a huge bowl of spaghetti with shellfish. It had a slight spice & buttery sauce, with an incredible amount of fresh seafood. It was one of my favourite meals in Italy. I can’t recommend this spot enough. (After reading reviews, we lucked out in getting a table without a reservation. Look into booking ahead.)

IMG_1409

IMG_1410

We ended the day with another bottle of wine on our terrace. It was quickly becoming our favourite way to finish off the day.(How can you go wrong?)

I’ve been thinking about Cinque Terre since we left. I knew I loved France & that the cruise would be a great experience, but I wasn’t expecting to fall head over heels for Italy in the way that I did. I’ll recap our second, equally wonderful, day in Cinque Terre next time.

DSC_0484

One Year

Wedding-Web-652

I can hardly believe we are already celebrating our first wedding anniversary. I’m always impressed by how much a year can alter things while simultaneously changing nothing at all. That is certainly how I feel about this past year: so much is different, but so much has remained unchanged. The most important constant though? I’m just as happy to be married to N as I was the moment the photo above was taken.

We’ve aptly chosen celebrate this first anniversary in Kelowna, the location of both our engagement & our wedding. Today we’ve treated ourselves to a day of wine tours. We’re taking advantage of everything this beautiful region has to offer, from amazing scenery to incredible local food & wine. I cannot imagine a better way to spend the day together.

I’ve also been meaning to share this video of our ceremony for a long time & today seems like the perfect day to finally do so. We didn’t hire anyone to do the videography for our wedding, however, we are very lucky to have some great people in our lives who made this possible. Thank you to our good friend, Kyle, for letting us use his camera & to Zevi & Nai for manning it during the ceremony. Thank you also to my amazing friend, Julia, for turning the raw footage into something beautiful. (Turn up the volume at the 2:30 mark to hear our vows – we didn’t have microphones.)

Finally, thank you to all our friends & family for making our Wedding Day absolutely perfect  & truly memorable. We are so lucky to have you in our lives.

Happy Anniversary, N. I love you.  xx

Honeymoon 015 \ Venice

DSC_0147

Despite a very late night after Dubrovnik, we managed to get ourselves out of bed early enough on our final cruise day to watch the approach into Venice. It is definitely worth finding a spot on a forward deck for, if you find yourself onboard someday. The port requires all ships use tug boats & at some points it looked like we were going to run them over.

DSC_0155_2

DSC_0159_2

IMG_1296

We met up with some family friends who had boarded early, studied the map for our walk into the city, & got directions to meet up for dinner later one before heading out to explore Venice. We wandered from the terminal to the Ponte Academia, where we shared a pizza & a drink. From there, we continued to San Marco, getting lost in the maze of bridges & dead ends a few times. The city is beautiful though & getting lost seems to be a right of passage there.

DSC_0165

Making our way into Venice

DSC_0175_2

DSC_0170_2

DSC_0190

DSC_0177_2

Gondola Builder

DSC_0195

Ponte Academia

IMG_1302

drinks by the bridge

DSC_0204_2

venice life

DSC_0207_2

a man & his flying lion

Piazza San Marco is impressive. The people feeding pigeons grossed me out a bit, but to each his own, I suppose. I’m happy to take photos of it, but I’ll refrain from actually letting them land on me. We eventually made our way to the Rialto Bridge & grabbed another drink (after getting lost a few more times). I loved watching the gondolas & wandering the narrow streets. The boats speed along as if they could brake if need be. It’s incredible to watch.

DSC_0221_2

Feeding the birds in the square

DSC_0219_2

DSC_0232_2

DSC_0249_2_2

So narrow!

DSC_0247_2

DSC_0237

Busy Venice

DSC_0235_2

DSC_0252_2_2

DSC_0264_2

View from the Rialto Bridge

DSC_0262_2

DSC_0257_2

At 8, we found our way to the very hidden restaurant to meet everyone. It only took us two stops to ask for directions & a couple wrong turns.

Dinner was exactly what you’d expect from an Italian meal – incredible hospitality, lots of laughter, simple, delicious food, & all the wine you could ask for. To start things off, the owner put together an amazing set of seafood platter for our table. We all shared clams, calamari, shrimp, & a few unknowns. It was all delicious! For our main course, N & I both chose risotto. By this point, I was quite full though & barely made a dent, which was a shame because it was perfectly creamy & full of seafood. I’m so glad we were able to join everyone in Venice – it was such a wonderful evening & a great way to cap off our cruise.

IMG_2233

One of the many seafood platters

IMG_2234

risotto

IMG_2235

interior of one of the gorgeous hotels

DSC_0270

Last shot of our home for the week, Ventura.

We took a boat back to the ship for our last night on the ship. It was a pretty quiet one since we had to be packed & out of our room pretty early the next day.

July in Instagram

Summer is always a much slower time on the blog for me, & this year has been no exception so far. I guess I’m just out there having too much fun. With such a short season, I always feel like I have to make the most of our summer months & get outside as much as possible. We’ve been Stampeding, picnicking in the park, taking in outdoor concerts & festivals, & spending time at the lake. August looks like much of the same & I couldn’t be more excited. Here’s what we got up to this month, according to Instagram:

july2015instagram

1 – Two of our close friends recently became parents & I got the pleasure of hanging out with them & their new addition just six days after he made his appearance. He’s adorable & we couldn’t be happier for the two of them. Congrats, T&T!

2 – My favourite band, Stars, played a free outdoor concert for Canada Day. The city made for an awesome backdrop & the company wasn’t bad either.

3 – Dancing to Cadillac Ranch with my girl, & kicking off the first day of Stampede festivities.

4 – Stampede traditions with Gaux. We had a couple drinks before heading down to Nashville North for an amazing night of two stepping, beers, & friends. I love when her visits coincide with this week!

5 – My other favourite Stampede partner came home & we partied it up at the event we wait all year for. We’re clearly enjoying ourselves here.

6 – You can barely tell, but his gorgeous lady is due in less than a month. Her friends threw her a beautiful shower that I was lucky to attend.

7 – My brother & I surprised my mom with a birthday dinner of moules à la marinière, fresh sourdough, & grilled asparagus. She had no idea we were coming over – it was a huge success!

8 – I celebrated my 30th birthday with my BFF at Folk Fest drinking sangria, listening to great music, & enjoying all the wonderfulness of the CFMF.

9 – This year we also decided to attend the Big Valley Jamboree. Three days of country music & partying aren’t terribly conducive to cooking, so I prepared all our meals ahead of time. We ate like kings all weekend!

So that wraps up July. I almost need to make my recaps bigger over the summer – we seem to be packing so much in to every weekend. You can follow along on Instagram @whoalansi though, & I’m making it a priority to get some more mosts out soon. I can’t wait to share our time in Cinque Terre (& that was almost a year ago now! Whoa!). Happy August!

the best part of the day

20150723_215009

During the summer months, I bike to work almost every day. It’s my favourite thing about our current living situation & I hope it can remain my primary commute for a long time.

This morning, as I was riding towards downtown, I came up behind a father & his son on their bikes. The boy was no older than 10 & looked to be accompanying his dad on his morning commute. As I got closer, I overheard him tell his son to move over & let us pass – there were two bikers ringing their bells & itching to go. I overtook them last, just in time to hear the father tell his son, “Now look right, this is the best part!”

I smiled to myself as I looked right too, catching a glimpse of Prince’s Island & the Bow. It was already looking to be a gorgeous day.

That was definitely the best part of my morning commute.

Page 12 of 35

Powered by WordPress & Theme by Anders Norén