After a day of sightseeing in Paris, the quiet vineyards of Alsace seem very far away. Continue reading
I was in grade six when my parents first took us to France. A couple teachers balked at four young kids being taken out of school for three weeks, but most of them were thrilled that the little anglo children (at the very French school) were off to practice their French in Europe. As homework, all four of us were to keep a French journal of our vacation (a task I quite enjoyed – surprise!). I can still remember being in our first rental house in the Loire, my brothers and I sitting around a table chronicling our days and decorating the pages with stickers of French flags while my parents cooked dinner: “aujourd’hui nous sommes allés à un château…”. Continue reading
A little haiku:
The vineyards fly by
Pedaling through Burgundy
An uphill climb burns.
While I think Ottawa has something to tout for every season (then again, I’m pretty into championing my hometown), signs of summer definitely breathe new life in to the capital. The arrival of warm weather after a chilly start to spring is especially exciting; it seems like everyone in the city is thrilled to be outdoors. Jacket and scarf have been shed in favour of a sundress and sandals. It seems cliché, but it’s hard not to get caught up in all the weather talk when the seasonal transitions seem to happen so quickly, and the transitions are so beautiful. A perfect time for adventures in your own backyard.I spent the last week living in Ottawa’s Chinatown, while I house/cat sat for my cousin (thanks, Anne!). While I’m no stranger to the area, it was swell to play house outside of the burbs and we had a great time acting like locals (and posing in front of murals like tourists). I think I consumed just enough pho and ramen to turn in to a bowl of Asian broth–all things in moderation? Continue reading
The day had announced itself as a grey one, but it was our Monday-weekend, and we were determined to set off on a spring hike. By the time we made pancakes and hit the road, the sun was starting to peak through, and ended up treating us to a beautifully bright afternoon in Gatineau Park. Though the falls themselves are only about 300 metres from the parking lot, it’s a nice uphill meander on the Luskville Falls Trail to the top. The recent spring thaw had the water rushing down the escarpment; on a Monday, it was almost the only sound accompanying our climb up. Click to continue reading…