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I’m always happy to go to New York City – to walk through the different neighbourhoods, exploring whatever the city has to offer that day. It is always a treat. To visit with my Ladies Who Dine, made it even more special. Let’s see how my LWD book would have evolved, had I written it. Let’s call this an experiment in the LWD Book Of Life.

Wednesday. Arrive in NYC. Dinner at Bareburger followed by drinks at Dear Irving.
I arrived first, as I flew in from Montreal and Laura and Vicky were flying in from Vancouver. This meant I was the first one to check into our VRBO apartment in Grammercy – just around the block from the Park. A perfect location for exploring all that Manhattan has to offer.

Veuve in the fridge

I picked up a little something at duty free in Montreal. There was plenty of time before Laura and Vicky arrived for it to be perfectly chilled for a celebratory pre-dinner drink. What were we celebrating? Being together of course, that is ALWAYS cause for celebration!

Once the Ladies arrived, we settled into our apartment. One of us feels the need to completely unpack and get organized before going anywhere, so the other two did the same. I was in the loft bedroom upstairs, Laura and Vicky each had their bedroom on the main floor. No one needs to set themselves up in the bathtub half way through the night…we all have our own rooms. I haven’t seen my ladies since April, so there’s some catching up to do before we head out to dinner. I have been in Montreal, experience what life in that city is like as I ponder whether to make an official move there, so Vicky and Laura want to be filled in. Vicky is completely remodelling her house, and we want an update. Laura…well, she’s busy being promoted to VP. There’s a lot of ground to cover while sipping La Veuve!

As it’s our first night, we opt for something casual and close to home. We make our way by Grammercy Park (unfortunately we are not staying on the park, so we can not access it, but it is beautiful – surrounded by brownstones that I would oh so like to see the inside of! One day….one day.) On we went, through one of my favourite spots – Washington Square Park.

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Washington Square Park gate. Love this place.

 

Washington Square Park

Bare Burger, Washington Square Park for dinner. One of our guests for dinner asked…”why Bare burger? It’s good, but why?”. Well, because the LWD do not always need to be at a 5-star, and the burgers and fries are fabulous!

Post burgers we made our way to Dear Irving. What a lovely surprise – from the reception desk at the top of the brownstone entry stairs, through the curtains, along the bar into a second seating room. It felt like discovering a secret club with private rooms and seating areas. We were taken to the back room where we settled into our seats and admired the decor, the drinks, and the young couple across from us who clearly didn’t have a private room to go back to. Oh to be young and in love with no place to go!

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The beauty of Dear Irving. Beautiful surroundings, great drinks.

Before heading to NYC, Vicky put together a very detailed spreadsheet of what we were doing and when – she wanted to make sure we didn’t forget about anything and that we all got to see and do what we wanted to see and do. The schedule was nicely broken down by area, making it easy for us to walk our way around Manhattan and Brooklyn. However, Mother Nature had other ideas in mind. With heavy rains on the horizon, we regrouped when we got home and threw the schedule out the window in favour of doing all the outdoor/walking items on what was going to be the sunniest day.

Thursday. Our Sunny Day. Put your walking shoes on.
We started with a quick coffee and breakfast at our neighbourhood Think Coffee. From there we walked ourselves to the Chelsea Market for a quick browse, and then up to the Highline. The Highline is always a highlight for me. Whomever thought of taking over the old, high rail line and turning it into a walking park was brilliant.

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I don’t know what it is about the water towers, but every time I am in NYC I come home with a whole stack of water tower photos. I just love them. And the Highline gives you plenty of water tower viewing opportunities.

From the Highline we made our way to Central Park.

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Oh that saucy Laura! Enjoying some of Central Park’s fine musical offerings. He really was good.

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The beauty that is Central Park.

Vicky the Star

A star is born. As we were walking though Central Park we were approached by a group filming women reading about motherhood (Mother’s Day was quickly approaching). In this time of intense negative so-called “news”, they were on a mission to deliver a positive story about mums, our love for them and their love for us. Vicky read an excerpt from a book and nailed it – emotion and all – while Laura and I watched with tears in our eyes. Oy….

We stopped for lunch at Tavern On The Green, where this princess became a little picky…The first table was too close to the table beside us, which made it difficult for the servers. So we moved a couple of tables down. But then with the warm sunshine streaming in the glass wall….it was like a green house. So we went outside. 3rd table was just right. Hmmm…princess? Or Goldilocks? In either case, it was a beautiful day and a welcome break.

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The Tavern Cobb salad…this was just half…a big, yummy salad!

From the Tavern we stopped in for a quick walk through The Plaza Hotel, then hopped into a cab to the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge. I always recommend people walk over the bridge into (or back from, or both) Brooklyn. The walkway in the middle of the bridge, above the cars gives you amazing views of the city.

Brooklyn Bridge

A trip to NYC would not be complete without a slice of NY pie…so pizza in Brooklyn it was before heading back to our Manhattan abode. We had noticed a very festive German restaurant next door, apparently permanently decked out with Christmas decorations, and wanted to go in for at least a drink. It looked so inviting and such fun! Unfortunately though, Rolf’s wasn’t quite what we wanted it to be. I am not sure if we were just too full, or if it was an off day at Rolf’s, but the smell…….I have been to Germany many times, and no restaurant has ever smelled that foul! Sorry Rolf’s…but we high-tailed it out of there and “Rooolllfff” became an inside joke – a word used when we weren’t all that pleased or when something made us want to…you know…..Rollff….

With all the walking we did that day, we opted for a drink in the apartment and an early night. As there was only one couch, we decided to open it up into a bed (it was a hide-a-bed) so that there would be more room for the 3 of us to sit and chat. The chairs with the dining table are fine for eating, but not for getting comfy and talking. Vicky had taken her seat and I crawled onto the couch to take mine…and…well, I clearly put all my weight in the wrong spot, as the couch started to fold in on itself, with us stuck in it. I wish I had a photo of that! The two of us, stuck in the middle of a hide-a-bed. Luckily Laura came to our rescue…and we folded the couch back up. So much for that idea!

Friday. To Met….Or Not To Met….
We decided Friday deserved a full sit-down breakfast, and headed over to Friend of a Farmer. Delicious! If you are in NYC and looking for a great little breakfast spot, give it a try. It wasn’t raining when we walked over, but upon leaving we exited into the rains. Luckily we had come prepared with umbrellas. We hopped into a cab and asked the driver to take us to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Might as well be in a museum on a crappy rainy day! When we got there however, we saw a massive line-up of people waiting to get it – it went down the block and around the corner. In unison we all said “no way”. And this is why are are such good friends. None of us wanted to wait in the deluge and get soaked. I have never been to the Met and I am sure it is fabulous….but not that day, not that day. So off to Bloomingdale’s we went.

Magnolia treats

Magnolia Bakery. I first discovered Magnolia while in Abu Dhabi. Yes, that is true! It is a New York City bakery, with an outlet in Abu Dhabi. And I have to say….although the original is from NYC, the cupcakes and cake were better in Abu Dhabi. I would not have guessed that would be the case….but so far, it has been. Still a tasty treat though.

After hiding from the rain at Bloomingdale’s for a while, we headed to the MoMA. Luckily there were no line-ups and we were able to walk right in. It was my first visit and I loved it. Having spent a few years in the art industry, it was wonderful to walk through a place where you could see the work of so may amazing artists. From Van Gogh to Picasso to Monet to Basquiat….it was all there.

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My Ladies at the MoMA!

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Van Gogh’s Starry Night. Truly a masterpiece!

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One of the reasons we wanted to go to the MoMA was their decision to feature artists from the nations who citizens have been denied entry to the US in accordance with recent presidential executive orders. Supporting this was important to us. And it felt great to see signs like this one throughout the 5th floor exhibit.

From the MoMA we high tailed it to the lower east side for the Tenement Museum Tour. If you haven’t done this…you should. To accurately describe the experience would take too long for this post – but let me assure you, it was amazing to hear stories of the challenges that immigrants had (and likely still have). We were able to see how they lived by walking through apartments restored to the era of the family whose life we were getting a sneak peak into. Using real families, showing us photos of their lives, historical documents, and their modern-day families makes this an experience that is hard to forget – and really, should not be forgotten. Super recommend!

As our nicely mapped out plan for discovering Manhattan’s different neighourhoods had been thrown out…we found ourselves headed back uptown for a night on Broadway. Thankfully our friend Tracie was waiting for us at Bea, where we were having a quick pre-theatre meal. We let her know what we wanted to eat and drink and she ordered as we made our way there. When we arrived the food had just been delivered to our table. Perfect timing!

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Our choice for Broadway night was unanimous. We all wanted a comedy, and Kevin Kline is IMPOSSIBLE to resist. He is amazing – such talent, from the way he speaks, to the facial expressions to the body language. I’d see in him anything. And shout out to our Canadian Cobie Smulders who is also in the play. It was a super fun show, although the theatre itself was fricken freezing. What’s up with that?

Happy after another full day of fun, food and laughs, we made our way back home – with a pit stop at Almond Bar for a drink. It was just about closing time, and although the place was almost empty and the bartenders had started cleaning up for the night, we were welcomed and able to share a drink and more laughs.

Saturday. Soho, the Village, a Comedy Club and a Piano Bar.
Friday’s torrential rain had passed, and Saturday proved to be a sunnier day than expected. This allowed us to walk over to the Flat Iron building, and then down to the Village and Soho for a little shopping and strolling. It was a fairly relaxed morning and afternoon compared to the previous two days, and a nice reprieve before a busy evening. We headed home to freshen up and change before meeting Tracie at Beauty & Essex for dinner.

As much as dinner and drinks at Beauty and Essex was good…the Comedy Club, not so good. It’s hit and miss with comedy clubs and this wasn’t their best night. So to top the evening off we headed back to the Village, to the Duplex piano bar. Show tunes and other favourites by the piano singer and wait staff. Extremely entertaining.

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Late night snacks post drinks at our neighbourhood diner before heading off to bed. Another full, fun day comes to a close.

Sunday. What…we have to go home???
And just like that it is almost time to go home. The first in was also the first to leave – my flight was late afternoon and Vicky and Laura’s was early evening. Still, this gave us time to get up, hit Think Coffee for a light breakfast and go for a leisurely stroll. My favourite spot in Manhattan is Bryant Park. It never fails to please and to amuse. There is just something about this little park right in the heart of it all. We hadn’t been yet, and we hadn’t been to the Empire State Building either. So we walk to the Empire State, but opted not to wait in line to go up. From there we made our way to Bryant Park – where Laura had found out the restrooms had just been re-opened after a fancy renovation. Although I don’t have the photos to prove it (prospect of taking a photo in the washroom felt weird) I can report that they are indeed very lovely!

From Bryant Park we walked to and through Grand Central Station, then the Chrysler building. It was my first time in the Chrysler…not sure why I waited so long! There are some seriously beautiful buildings out there, and this is one of them.

It was now time for me to head back to the apartment and gather my bags to head to the airport. Our LWD in NYC “weekend” was coming to a close. Another great trip with my ladies, filled with laughter, food, drinks, discoveries, heartfelt talks, and all that best friends share. Here’s to the next trip and more discoveries!!!

 

 

From Mont Royal

Montreal – view of downtown from Mont Royal

Whenever I am asked where I am from I say Montreal. In truth I grew up mainly in Granby, Quebec. Well…after being born in St. Boniface Manitoba, and living in a few spots in between…The first place I truly remember is Kenora, Ontario. My parents moved us from Kenora to Granby when I was 5 years old and that is where I spent most of my childhood.

Even after having lived in Vancouver, BC for over 20 years I say “I am from Montreal”. The irony is that I have never actually lived in Montreal! Until recently… I decided it was time. I have always loved coming here but never really spent that much time in the city. So at the end of January 2017 I landed here. 8 weeks actually living in Montreal before heading anywhere else. Time to absorb and explore the city.

I feel at home here. But then again, I pretty much feel at home wherever I am. Honestly, that gets a little confusing when time to decide where home actually is comes along! Istanbul – definitely feel at home there. London, England – yup, feel at home there. Mexico – yes please, that feels like home. Vancouver – of course. And there are many other places that feel like “home”. What makes Montreal different? First of all, I am surrounded by two languages, both of which I know. It really is nice to hear both English and French spoken, and know that I can slip from one language to the other many times a day (frequently in the same sentence) and be understood and understand others. Using the two languages I grew up with daily is a wonderful feeling.

Montreal is also a really diverse city – you can hear many different languages spoken as you walk down the streets. I love that.

There is a little grit to this city.  It’s not all polished and shiny. I like the grit. Hell, you can say that about me too – I can polish myself up and get all glitzy, but I also like to grunge it out. Heels and a dress? Sure. Ripped jeans and a t-shirt? Even better.

Winter has thawed and spring is here now, but my meanderings so far have been in Winter. And in the snow and blue sky I have found so much that is beautiful.

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The Atwater Market along the Lachine Canal

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One of the first snowfalls

Walking along the Lachine Canal in -12 degree weather isn’t so bad when the sun is shining down on you and the sky is so blue. The air is crisp and fresh and I found I could walk for hours. Yes, it’s true, I am properly bundled up. But as has always been the case for me, it didn’t take very long before the coat was unbuttoned and the hat removed. I was like this as a child as well. Warm blooded I guess!

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I love this sign. Look up people…there may be a large icicle coming your way!

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Along the Lachine Canal. Artwork that can be appreciated all year long.

A couple of weeks in, I moved over to an apartment in La Tour Des Canadiens. That is a tower attached to the Bell Centre, where the Montreal Canadiens play. On game nights the street is shut to traffic as people wearing the Canadiens red line the street preparing to go into the rink. I was really hoping for a long playoff run, but unfortunately that was not meant to be this year. This is not permanently home…but I do enjoy being here.

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Bell Centre – La Tour Des Canadians. Even in shadow you can tell that the first statue is Guy Lafleur – the stance, the hair flying behind him….

Forum theatres

The old Montreal Forum is where les Canadiens used to play and where they hoisted the Stanley Cup more than a few times. I was not a fan of the team growing up – for whatever reason I decided to cheer for everybody they played against. Didn’t end up well for me on most occasions, because they really were that good. Now the forum is a movie theatre, and you can sit in some of the old seats and look onto what used to be centre ice.

As someone who has lived in Vancouver for so long and has seen 2 inches of snow shut the city down….it is amazing to watch this city go to work to clear the snow.

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After a fresh dump of snow

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Truck loads being removed from the city centre. They plow the sidewalks and the streets, and they the snowbanks are blown into large trucks so that we can actually see the streets…

I had a couple of friends visit me in February, and it was great to walk the city with people who hadn’t been here before. Plus it gave me an “excuse” to go up into Mont Royal, the mountain in the middle of the city. Okay…after living in Vancouver it’s more of a hill than a “mountain”, but it is a pretty awesome park. And in the winter you can skate, cross-country ski, snowshoe or just walk the paths.

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The Mont Royal cross – visible from just about everywhere in the city and lit at night.

And of course there is Old Montreal. Beautiful any time of the year, any time of the day.

Old Montreal Tree in Lights

Old Montreal

Montreal is a very walkable city. But in the winter…the metro is your friend. When the current system was launched in 1966, each station had their own unique design.  I love seeing the more elaborate ones and looking back at the design of the ’60’s.

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Namur metro station

And then there’s the food. Oh lord the food…. Poutine. French restaurants. St. Hubert chicken. Little Italy. Cafês. I can’t even…. I don’t know where to start! Luckily for me I have a nephew in the food industry here. He has been at a few of the city’s best restaurants and most recently at Maison Publique (the food is AMAZING) and has his own company – Aliments Viens. He makes charcuterie – does it all himself and it is DELICIOUS. So when I need a recommendation for any type of food, I ask Phil. Every time he is right – whether it’s Vietnamese or a trendy bistro. Merci Phil.

The snow has melted and I’m now discovering this city in spring. Walks through St. Henri, Mile End, Le Plateau, La Petite Patrie…still so much to discover!

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Old brick warehouses and water towers in Mile End

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Fire Hall in St. Henri

I have always loved the old brick homes of this city. Now there are many condo towers joining the landscape. It’s a wonderful mix of old and new. There’s an energy in this city that I haven’t felt before – so much going on and an overall sense of ease and excitement. I am looking forward to uncovering more.

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View from the treadmill in the gym. I love that old milk bottle! And I hope that the new towers springing up around it does not mean it will be removed…it’s a landmark and I hope it will be saved.

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On my way to Stuttgart to spend time with family.

It may surprise those who know me to find out that I am not a big fan of flying. I much prefer to have my feet firmly planted on mother earth. But…I also love discovering new places, meeting new people and seeing the friends I have made around the world. So flying becomes something to be endured, if not enjoyed…a means to an end.

Over the past 3 1/2 years I have done a lot of flying. With my home base in Vancouver, Canada and working in Istanbul, Baku and Abu Dhabi, this has meant numerous long-haul flights. I’ve also managed to do a fair amount of vacation travel, including 17 flights in 46 days last summer  (most of them being about 1 hour in length). You would think that meant I got used to it. In many ways I have, but in others….not so much.

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Flying out of Vancouver on a beautiful sunny day.

Take-offs. This is the part I like least. I’m not sure when it started, but for years now I have a ritual for dealing with take-offs. As the plane speeds up and the wheels come off the ground I speak to my dad (who passed away many years ago). I visualize his big, strong, loving hands taking us safely up out of whatever city we are leaving; I picture the route on the world map; and then his hands taking us down safe and sound in our destination city. Lately I also add the universe, mother nature, my spirit guides and God to the conversation – but it is always dad’s hands that I picture. It helps get me through the ascent to cruising altitude. Speaking of cruising…I still don’t like it when the engines cut back from the power required to take off. There’s something about that cut in power that always throws me off. I remind myself every time that this is ‘normal’, that you don’t need as much power when you’ve done the climb and are coasting. Sometimes the cut in engine power is barely felt, sometimes it is more pronounced – I guess it depends on the pilot and air traffic.

Once we’re cruising I relax, and at times I even really enjoy it. When I think of all the flying experiences, there are some highlights that come to mind (not all of them good).

  1. While working for an art gallery I used to fly to France 2-3 times a year. On one of the flights from Vancouver to London I got really lucky. I couldn’t sleep, so I asked to go speak to the pilot (clearly this was before 9-11…). This particular aircraft (a Lockheed 1011) had a jumper seat behind the captain’s seat, and I sat there for a while, chatting with the pilot and co-pilot. About 90 minutes before landing the flight attendant came to get me because they were about to serve breakfast. I said my good-byes and the Captain said ‘maybe see you on your flight home’. I joked that I’d like to sit in the cockpit for take-off and landing. After breakfast was done, the flight attendant asked me if I wanted to go back into the cockpit for landing…Um, YES! It was great. We flew in right over Buckingham Palace. The view of the city was amazing. Now that doesn’t happen every day, and certainly not any more.
  2. On another flight from Vancouver to London the pilot came on the speaker system to tell us to look out to the left of the airplane as the northern lights were putting on quite a show. They were. Beautiful.
  3. Then there’s flying back to Canada from Europe, and seeing the sun set on the right of the plane, and darkness on the left side of the plane.
  4. There are times when you look out the window and it is simply beautiful. It could be blue skies and puffy white clouds. Or flying over the Rocky Mountains on a clear day. Flying over the desert and seeing a pop of green every now again as mother nature finds a way for trees to grow in the middle of the desert.
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    Flying over the Canadian Rockies is always a favourite.

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    Clouds Over Europe

    It’s almost like fluffy marshmallows – flying over Europe.

  5. Or flying at night and seeing lights below.

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    Arriving into Montreal.

  6. That one time I was bumped up to First Class by Lufthansa on a flight from Frankfurt to Muscat. A girl could get used to that kind of pampering!
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  7. I loved seeing an animated safety video on Fly Dubai – and a curvy flight attendant at that!
    Air Dubai safety video
  8. And then there are experiences one doesn’t need to repeat – like an aborted landing. I’ve been through one. Not so much fun. We were flying into Istanbul. This is a city I have flown into many, many times, so I know the approach well. I see the mosque and the homes, and I know when we are about to touch down, I’m excited and happy to be back. I swear, the wheels were almost on the ground and the next thing I knew the airplane picked up speed and then gunned it. It was very dramatic – particularly given that there was sunshine behind us and we were heading into a dark rain cloud. After what felt like an eternity (and was likely only about 3 minutes) the captain came on to tell us that we were circling around to get a better approach. A better approach? The approach was fine, we were almost on the ground. I suspect there was another airplane in the way and the captain figured out that we’d run into it. Everything else felt the same as it always did. I have to say though, what I felt was the perfect combination of being completely freaked out, and completely calm – knowing that it was not my day to die. No. Don’t need to go through another aborted landing again…ever… Don’t get me wrong, if there was something off and the pilot knew that we wouldn’t have a safe landing, I’m happy he circled and came back again for a safe landing. It’s just freaky, that’s all.

I admit to self-medicating to help calm the nerves, and to help me sleep on long-haul flights. But really, it’s mind over matter and remembering to breathe. And as someone who is used to a minimum 5-hour flight (years of traveling between Vancouver and Montreal), I still find short flights “odd”. We’re already there? Oh, right, we are. Shortest flight so far was a 20-minute flight from Athens to Mykonos. That’s just crazy.

All the above said….I’ve now been in Vancouver for a month and a half…and I have itchy feet. It feels like it’s time to head out again, to take a deep breath and get back on an airplane. How fortunate I am that I can. Grateful!

Lufthansa champers

Cheers. Santé. Serefe. Saluti. Prost. Bon voyage!

 

 

 

46 days. 17 flights. 6 countries. Old friends. New friends. Desert night. Beaches. Sunshine. Dancing. Wedding. Calamari. Rosé. Champagne. Rakı. Baptism. And so much more.

From Greece I headed back to Turkey, then Romania and Germany. Here is Part #3 of this summer’s adventures:

Stop #8 – Country #4: Turkey. Return to Ankara. Not initially planned, but a welcome addition. I was invited to attend a friend’s traditional Turkish henna night and wedding. How could I say no to that? One of my favourite things about traveling is experiencing first hand, with locals, a new culture. I’ll admit it was a little surreal going from dancing in gay bars with drag shows one night to dancing traditional Turkish folk dances the next – but also totally wonderful. This isn’t the kind of thing you can really plan – it just happens. The more diverse your friends, the more diverse your life experiences.

Beautiful back yard lighting help set the festive mood.

Beautiful back yard lighting helped set the festive mood.

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At one point during the henna evening, we (the bridesmaids, decked out in flower crowns) guided the bride down to the dance floor, lighting the way with candles. This is where the henna ceremony happened.

 

The bride in beautiful traditional dress for the henna ceremony.

The beautiful bride in traditional dress for the henna ceremony.

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Getting ready for the henna, which is placed in the palm of the hand.

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We even had a Turkish gypsy band playing. They were amazing!

Our entertainment for the evening was a Turkish gypsy band. They were amazing! And in true gypsy form…we got a call before the evening started to  let us know that they were at the police station and would be a little late. Apparently they were on the bus on their way to us when they got into a fight with the driver. Somehow a window was broken and they found themselves at the police station. I’m not sure how accurate that is…but it makes for a great story! In the end, they arrived at the perfect time and were great. Everyone was up and dancing.

I have never seen anyone move their hips like the band's singer...not even a belly dancer...

Dancing with the bride-to-be and the band’s singer. I have never seen anyone move their hips like that…not even a belly dancer…

The crowd in the backyard - largely women to begin with as the men were out front having tea and talking. Eventually though, pretty much everyone made out to the back yard dance floor.

The crowd in the backyard – largely women to begin with as the men were out front having tea and talking. Eventually though, pretty much everyone made it out to the back yard dance floor.

In true Turkish hospitality, I was welcomed into my friend’s family home with wide open arms, smiles and warmth. It is a privilege to see how families live and how they celebrate big life events. To be included in so much of it and given such important roles was an honour. I loved every second of it.

With the bride's brother. Not sure why I'm covering my face...likely should have been covering my cleavage.

With the bride’s brother. Not sure why I’m covering my face…likely should have been covering my cleavage.

The day after the henna night there was an afternoon cocktail wedding, followed by a traditional Turkish meal with close family and friends. I have to say that we are talking about two amazing people who have found each other, and we were here to celebrate them as they officially start their lives together.

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Tuty and Okan.

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Tuty and Okan

Beautiful.

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The couple as they enter the wedding ceremony – different than the custom in my country, where the groom is waiting for the bride to enter. I liked seeing them enter together.

Tuty asked me to be her witness - which I was more than happy to do. I had no idea it meant that I would be at the front of the hall during the entire ceremony (which luckily is much shorter than a Catholic wedding). I'm used to the witnesses going up when it is time to sign, and only then. Here I also had to respond to a question (I'm assuming it was whether or not I would support them in their life together). Luckily I know how to say yes in Turkish, so "evet" it was!

Tuty asked me to be her witness – which I was more than happy to do. I had no idea it meant that I would be at the front of the hall during the entire ceremony (which luckily is much shorter than a Catholic wedding). I’m used to the witnesses going up when it is time to sign, and only then. I also had to respond to a question, which I’m assuming was whether or not I would support them in their life together. Luckily I know how to say yes in Turkish, so “evet” it was!

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And they are married!

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And they have a great sense of humour.

After a 90-minute reprieve it was time for rakı night with friends. I could go on and on and write in a lot more detail about every little tradition I experienced during those two days, but maybe I’ll leave that for a future post on cultural traditions.

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Rakı night at Bekri.

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şerefe!

To top it all off, their family and friends made sure I (the only non-Turkish person there) always had someone to talk to and was having fun – seems they were worried I would get bored. Not a chance! Too much to see, soak in, and experience. I now have new friends in Ankara and know I will spend time with them when I go back. In fact I look forward to doing so. This is another upside to travel – you get to create social circles in different cities and countries. How blessed I am.

At rakı night post wedding with the new bride and groom and their friends.

At rakı night post wedding with the new bride and groom and their friends.

Stop #9 – Country #4: Turkey. Çeşme. Another first. And again, it won’t be the last. I’d heard about Çeşme for a few years from friends and hadn’t managed to make it there yet. It was long overdue. I met up with a friend when I got there, and was lucky enough to have her show me her little piece of paradise, at the Paparazzi Beach Club on Ayayorgi Bay.

Dinner seaside.

Dinner seaside.

My hostess.

My hostess.

I then spent a few days on my own – enjoying the warm sun and cool, clear water. As I didn’t rent a car, the best way to get around to the different areas was the dolmuş. A dolmuş is part of the Turkish public transit system, and is a mini-bus/van. You enter through a door in the middle of the mini-bus, and then tell the driver where you are going. Your fare is based on how far you are traveling. If it is busy and you can’t get to the driver, you hand your money to people in front of you who give it to the driver. If you have change coming your way, people hand it back to you. Heading to the Fly-Inn beach club was my first dolmuş experience. Easy peasy. It’s an awesome service. Although it was a reminder that I really need to advance my Turkish…not enough words in my vocabulary and putting a real sentence together…well, not quite happening yet. Something to work on.

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Fly-Inn beach club. I loved the cliffs and the clear blue water. Refreshing! This particular beach was recommended by another friend who lives close by – local recommendations are always the best.

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Fly-Inn beach club. Another beautiful sunny day by (and in) the water.

The village of Alaçati is particularly pretty, and a few hours of strolling through the streets before hitting another beach provided me with more delightful discoveries – quaint outdoor spaces, beautiful streets, outdoor cafés and more.

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Alaçati.

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Alacati. I stopped for a cold lemonade and a bite to eat here. It was lovely – and delicious.

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Alacati. I loved the little streets and all the flowers.

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Alacati. Filled with quaint restaurants with outdoor seating areas.

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Alacati.

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Alacati.

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Not a bad view from my  hotel room either.

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This is the first time I’ve had a hotel room that opened up directly into the pool.

I’ll be back…as soon as I can. There is a lot more to explore and experience here, including a very active night life! And besides, I love the sound of the sea hitting the shore, the sunshine and the water.

Çeşme Marina.

Çeşme Marina.

 

Stop #10 – Country #6: Romania. Baptism in Bucharest. As I mentioned in an earlier post, my brother and his wife have a beautiful 6-month old little girl. She is one smiley, happy baby, and it was her baptism. I was lucky enough to have been to Romania last summer for their wedding, and it was a treat to return. The Hotel Rembrandt in the old city is the perfect place to stay, and it felt good to find myself at “our” table at Van Gogh upon arrival.

Back at Café Van Gogh. This was my family's meeting spot last summer when we were in Bucharest for the wedding.

Back at Café Van Gogh. This was my family’s meeting spot last summer when we were in Bucharest for the wedding.

The baptism itself was lovely, as was discovering new spots in this city with family and friends. Having just spent 18 months living in a post-communism country, I saw similarities in Bucharest. There is a certain architecture that is common to communism, and an overall ‘feeling’. I like Bucharest – even since last year there are more cafés, renovated old buildings and “cool” neighbourhoods. It’s nice to see the city grow and develop.

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Bucharest. Loved walking through the different neighbourhoods.

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Bucharest. Beautiful old buildings refurbished to live a new life.

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Bucharest. Lovely.

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Bucharest. Given house prices…it is tempting to purchase this one and bring it back to its original splendour!

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Bucharest. Beautiful sunset as we walk through the old city to dinner.

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Once the baptism festivities were concluded, it was time to head back to Germany with my brother and his family. Back to where this 46-day journey began. Hard to believe it is over and I would honestly love to do it all over again. But I guess it is time for a new adventure.

Meanwhile, I’ll say it one more time….I am a very, very, lucky girl. What an array of experiences and memories.

Thank you universe. I am eternally grateful.

Happiness. With family and friends at Café Van Gogh, Bucharest.

Happiness. With family and friends at Café Van Gogh, Bucharest.

 

PS: Thanks again to my friends at RASK Travel for their assistance with some of the arrangements. You guys are amazing!

46 days. 17 flights. 6 countries. Old friends. New friends. Desert night. Beaches. Sunshine. Dancing. Wedding. Calamari. Rosé. Champagne. Rakı. Baptism. And so much more.

From Oman I went on to some familiar and some new spots…Here is part 2.

Stop #4 – Country #4: Turkey. Istanbul. What can I say. I cannot help myself. Initially I was flying through Istanbul 5 times without stopping. Not sure what I was thinking there…it felt wrong to just fly through and not stop at least once! As always, I stayed at my favourite hotel – the House Hotel Galatasaray. It feels like home.

It can be hard to leave this room...but with all that Istanbul has to offer, I generally find my way out!

It can be hard to leave this room…but with all that Istanbul has to offer, I generally find my way out!

Caught up with some “old” friends and introduced them to some “new” friends who were visiting. And also managed to catch up with a friend from NYC who happened to be in Istanbul at the same time. Love it.

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Dinner in Beşiktaş with old and new friends.

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The lovely Nuray – a friend from Baku, who was on her way to Toronto with her hubby.

And of course…there was the requisite visit to the Cağaloğlu Hamam.

When in Istanbul, do yourself a favour and go to the Cağaloğlu Hamam in the old city (Sultanamet). Sooooo good!

When in Istanbul, do yourself a favour and go to the Cağaloğlu Hamam in the old city (Sultanamet). Sooooo good!

Istanbul – it is always a joy to see you.

Kavahltı - Turkish breakfast. My fave. So much so I make it at home sometimes as well. Menemen...bal kaymak...Yum! Even tastier when eating it down by the Bosphorus.

Kavahltı – Turkish breakfast. My fave. So much so I make it at home sometimes as well. Menemen…bal kaymak…Yum! Even tastier when eating it down by the Bosphorus.

Our view at breakfast. Beautiful. Never gets old.

Our view at breakfast. Beautiful. Never gets old.

 

Stop #5 – Country #4: Turkey. Ankara. Time well spent catching up with a friend I hadn’t seen in about 18 months.

Red, red wine...and another delicious dinner. I seriously need to stop drinking and eating like this.

Red, red wine…and another delicious dinner. I seriously need to stop drinking and eating like this.

And…was taught how to properly drink rakı. I’m not the master that Taylan is, but I held my own. I have said for a few years now that my first rakı experience would be with Tay – but somehow I managed to live in Istanbul for the better part of a year without doing so (and that was 2 years ago!). Clearly it was time…

Rakı! In a beautiful little Greek restaurant.

Rakı! In a beautiful little Greek restaurant.

This was my first visit to Turkey’s capital. It’s a government town (I lived in Ottawa, Canada’s capital, for 3 years – so I know what those are like). I enjoyed it. As a city it has a huge footprint (really spread out). The central area is easy to walk around in and I managed a short visit to the Canadian embassy.

For a moment there I was standing on both home soils...one foot in Canada, the other in Turkey. :)

For a moment there I was standing on both “home” soils…one foot in Canada, the other in Turkey. 🙂

I was also taken to Ataturk’s mausoleum – a must see.

Ataturk Mausoleum - beautifully done.

Ataturk Mausoleum – beautifully done.

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Ataturk Mausoleum. The exhibit is really well done. Hard to photograph though, so you will just have to go see it yourself.

In the 35+ degree heat we also managed a trip to the old fort in the city. I wouldn’t stay in a hotel there (too separate from the part of the city you want to spend your evenings in), but it is definitely worth a visit.

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With the walls of the old fort, which dates back to the Byzantines.

Inside the old fort in Ankara. I loved seeing women on the street working on their handicrafts. I wanted to take a close-up of this lady, who has a beautiful, National Geographic, face. But it felt like I would be intruding, so I didn't ask.

Inside the old fort in Ankara. I loved seeing women on the street working on their handicrafts. I wanted to take a close-up of this lady, who has a beautiful, National Geographic, face. But it felt like I would be intruding, so I didn’t ask.

 

Stop #6 – Country #5: Greece: Athens! A pit stop for a couple of days to meet up with friends before we headed to Mykonos for a week. It’s my second visit to Athens, and I know I’ll be back. This was really a functional stop (laundry, etc.)…so no photos. That said, we did manage a beautiful dinner overlooking the Acropolis and an evening walk in the area. Lovely.

Stop #7 – Country #5: Greece. Mykonos.

The day we arrived - a sunset swim at the hotel pool where my friends stayed. And of course, some rosé.

The day we arrived – a sunset swim at the hotel pool where my friends stayed. And of course, some rosé.

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Mykonos – incredibly beautiful sunset. From the pool deck at the Vencia Hotel (which is where my friends stayed).

WOW. What a week. Beaches by day –  dinner and some clubbing by night.

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Such beautiful beaches and water.

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What became my daily meal – Greek salad and calamari (friend and grilled).

One day we took a break from the beaches (who knew you would need that! But we did), and we rested by the hotel pool. Underwater photos were taken…but somehow my head never appears in them! Either I was lazy and didn’t swim as far as the rest of the gang, or I simply float too easily. I’ve always said that if floating were an Olympic sport I would have more gold medals than anyone in the history of the Games. It was soon determined that if we were on a sinking ship, I was the one to be beside. We tested it out…and apparently I’d be the only one drowning as everyone grabs onto me for bouyancy. Rumour also had it that I am “clearly” a secret agent… No comment! 🙂

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Where is Lise’s head???

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Even when I was the only subject matter….no head in the photo. So funny – but a great shot nonetheless!

And then our last beach day arrived – how quickly a week goes by!

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Final day at the beach…say it ain’t so! But luckily I would be at another beach in a few days.

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A farewell shot, brought to us by our server (on the very right) and the guy who booked our beach lounge chairs (2nd from the right). See you again gentlemen!

So much fun. And such a beautiful place. White washed houses, blue skies, clear blue water, hot sunshine, dancing, rosé, drag shows, friendly people, new friends. What more could you ask for?

Mykonos, from the hill where our hotels were.

Mykonos, from the hill where our hotels were.

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Sunset, from my hotel – the Myconian Inn.

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Breakfast area at the Myconian Inn. Everyone working here was lovely, so warm and helpful.

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Myconian Inn – even the resident dog was friendly and cute.

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View from my room at the Myconian Inn. Such blue skies!

Thank you Istanbul, Ankara, Mykonos and all my friends that made these two weeks so amazing!

Part 3 coming soon…

Boarding Passes

46 days. 17 flights. 6 countries. Old friends. New friends. Desert night. Sunshine. Beaches. Dancing. Wedding. Calamari. Rosé. Champagne. Rakı. Baptism. And so much more.

I am one very lucky girl. I’ve been able to find a way to work hard…then enjoy time traveling and exploring. These past 46 days have provided me with a wide array of experiences. Not sure I can accurately express them and do them justice in a blog post…or even in two or three posts…but it’s worth a try. Here is part 1.

Stop #1 – Country #1: Germany. I’ve been spending time here over the past few years, visiting my brother, his wife and now their little girl. I like it more every time. Landing here post an 18-month gig was perfect. It feels like home and gives me a place to just crash, relax, and enjoy some family time. Add to that an incredibly cute and loveable 6 month old niece – awesome.

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Saturday morning market in the town centre.

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It is just so pretty!

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My bro.

Stop #2 – Country #2: Austria. A weekend in Graz. I went to Graz for a weekend with my brother, sister-in-law and niece. I’d never been to Graz before and was really impressed. It is a lovely town, picturesque, easy to walk around in, with many restaurants and cafés. I’d love to see it under snow.

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Beautiful streets and architecture.

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Love the details.

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During WWII they built caves in the mountain that could house 50,000 people during an air raid.

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Fresh herbs grown at a café where we stopped for a cold drink.

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Just so pretty.

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I’d love to go back.

1st Class Interlude: Thank you Lufthansa!

1st Class

I booked my flight to Oman using points, and as it’s an 8-hour flight I splurged and booked business class. I checked in online the night before and when I got to the airport dropped off my luggage and picked up my boarding pass. On my way to security I looked at my pass and saw that I was in seat 2A. What?! That’s not the seat I selected when I checked in online! I don’t want a window seat…I want an aisle seat… Wait… row 2… Let me have a closer look…. FIRST CLASS! They didn’t tell me I’d been upgraded when they gave me my boarding pass, so this was a very pleasant surprise. I’ve been in a number of business class lounges…but this was my first time in a 1st class lounge. They are indeed nicer. Fewer people, comfy leather chairs, better (and even more) food, an attendant who immediately asks you if you want a drink and something to eat as you arrive. Aaaahhh. I should have come to the airport sooner…

Even though I said no to food (but yes to champagne...OBVIOUSLY) he brought me this plate of fresh fruit. Lovely.

Even though I said no to food (but yes to champagne…OBVIOUSLY) he brought me this plate of fresh fruit. Lovely. Even the Haribo gummy bears are bigger.

On a long-haul flight I’m pretty happy in business class. I knew this would be even better, but I didn’t know how much better it is. The service was wonderful (meaning never an empty glass) and their “featured wine” for the month was Veuve Clicquot champagne – yes please! I’ll let the photos tell the story.

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Says it all doesn’t it? Roses. Wine ready to flow.

My seat. That's a lot of space...

My seat. That’s a lot of leg room.

Pyjamas, slippers, toiletry bag...

Pyjamas, slippers, toiletry bag…

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If I can curl up like this and be comfortable…you know its a big seat.

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Pre-meal snacks and champagne.

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More pre-meal snacks…an amuse-bouche to get your appetite going.

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The appetizers….

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Lamb chops for dinner… Seriously…am I really on an airplane?

My seat becomes by bed, complete with comforter, and it is time for a movie and some sleep. Bonus points to whomever can tell me what the movie is.

My seat becomes by bed, complete with comforter, and it is time for a movie and some sleep. Bonus points to whomever can tell me what the movie is.

Okay – I know that’s a lot of photos about an airplane ride…but this girl doesn’t fly 1st class often (that was a first!).

Back to more interesting things…

Stop #3 – Country #3: Oman. I fell in love with Oman when I was there earlier this year (see previous post: A Broad Abroad: Oman, A New Love), and was determined to go back before I return to Canada.

They have beautiful beaches and a rich history.

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My spot on the beach just in front of my hut at the Oman Dive Centre. You will want to stay here…

I’d heard so much about their wadi’s.

Wadi Shab - heading out on the hike at high noon may no have been the best idea (sooooo HOT! I had to rest in the shade regularly...not because of the hike itself, but because of the heat. I thought I was going to pass out. It was a lot for this Canadian girl! But so worth it.

Wadi Shab – heading out on the hike at high noon may not have been the best idea (sooooo HOT! I had to rest in the shade regularly…not because of the hike itself, but because of the heat. I thought I was going to pass out. It was a lot for this Canadian girl! But so worth it.

A welcome reprieve from the 50-degrees and sunshine.

A welcome reprieve from the 50-degrees and sunshine.

Wadi Bani Khalid - where locals spend the day to get away from the heat. They were having picnics, playing, and some even singing with friends.

Wadi Bani Khalid – where locals spend the day to get away from the heat. They were having picnics, playing, swimming and some even singing with friends.

The tourist becomes the attraction. There weren't many tourists, even fewer swam. Observing local culture, I had to keep my t-shirt on and wrap my towel around me waist to cover my legs.

The tourist becomes the attraction. There weren’t many tourists, even fewer swam. Observing local culture, I had to keep my t-shirt on and wrap my towel around my waist to cover my legs.

And then there was the desert sunset. Beautiful! I highly recommend the Desert Nights luxury tent hotel – well worth it.

Desert Dunes. Wahiba Sands.

Desert Dunes. Wahiba Sands.

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Desert Nights – tent hotel. Beautiful.

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Desert Nights – tent hotel, complete with camels.

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Tent room. Now this is my kind of tent….

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Seating area outside the tent. And so many stars in the sky – but unfortunately I don’t have a camera that can capture that.

Desert sunset. So beautiful! I need to experience another...

Desert sunset. So beautiful! I need to experience another…

In the south, Salalah gets quite tropical in July and August due to the moisture from the monsoon season in India getting trapped along the mountains. This makes for interesting climate – it’s cloudy, and you can feel the moisture in the air, but it’s not really raining. I also loved that the cows and camels hung out on the streets when you got up into the mountain/country-side – some even stopped for a nap in the middle of the road. A reminder that we are guests in their world…not the other way around.

Salalah - when you get high enough up the mountain you find yourself above the clouds. Crazy beautiful.

Salalah – when you get high enough up the mountain you find yourself above the clouds. Crazy beautiful.

Loved coming across this. Why not rest in the middle of the road?

Loved coming across this. Why not rest in the middle of the road?

Well if the cows are going to hang out in the road, why not the camels as well?

Well if the cows are going to hang out in the road, why not the camels as well?

Salalah - at one time it was the Frankincense capital. And this is a Frankincense tree.

Salalah – at one time it was the Frankincense capital. And this is a Frankincense tree.

Salalah - Wadi Darbat. Gives you a good idea of what it is like here this time of year - lots of moisture in the air, clouds, and oh so green. Hard to believe that on the other side of the mountains lies a desert.

Salalah – Wadi Darbat. Gives you a good idea of what it is like here this time of year – lots of moisture in the air, clouds, and oh so green. Hard to believe that on the other side of the mountains lies a desert.

Salalah boats.

Salalah boats.

Salalah springs.

Salalah springs.

And then there is the capital of Muscat. It’s a pretty city, still fairly small. And it is clean and orderly. Aaahhh.

Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque

Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque

Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque - so pretty.

Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque – so pretty.

Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque - detail.

Sultan Qaboos Grand Mosque – detail.

 

The Ritz Carlton Al Bustan Palace in Muscat. A perk - as I used rewards points to stay here. Beautiful treat.

The Ritz Carlton Al Bustan Palace in Muscat. A perk – as I used rewards points to stay here. This was the ‘upgrades’ trip – as they upgraded me to a suite. Beautiful treat.

Oman has so much to offer – such varied landscapes, beaches, the desert, tropical Salalah, resorts, sea turtles, diving, Muscat, a beautiful Grande Mosque – I still feel I have only scratched the surface. In truth, it deserves its own blog and I could say so much more. But really my advice is…go…go experience Oman.

And that’s the end of Part 1… this is becoming too long a post. More observations from my summer adventures to come soon.

You need to see the city from the water. Even if all you do is ride the ferry to Asia, and then immediately hop on a ferry back. But if you have the time, take the 2-hour Bosphorus boat tour.

You need to see the city from the water. Even if all you do is ride the ferry to Asia, and then immediately hop on a ferry back. But if you have the time, take the 2-hour Bosphorus boat tour.

Believe it or not, another blog about Istanbul. Shocking, I know.

I will admit that it is not all that clever to add “L” to the front of “Istanbul” to make it sound like “Lise-tanbul”. But…there are a few reasons for doing so. “L” for “Lise”, yes. “L” for “love”, yes. It’s fitting. I LOVE this city. Period. Over the past 2 1/2 years I’ve been extremely lucky and able to spend a good amount of time here. It gets harder and harder to leave. And to be honest, the thought of living back in Canada, such a long way away, makes me sad. But, where I end up living come the fall is yet to be determined…and the subject of a future blog. So I’ll get to this one…

Walking down to Karaköy through Galata.

Walking down to Karaköy through Galata.

I should just buy that old building... I wish...

I should just buy that old building… I wish…

My home in Istanbul. The House Hotel Galatasaray.

My home in Istanbul. The House Hotel Galatasaray.

Not only do I love Istanbul, I love showing it to someone who hasn’t experienced it. This quick weekend in Istanbul was shared with three people I work with – one of whom had never been to Istanbul before. There’s nothing like seeing someone experience this city for the first time. And it brings back the first time I was in awe of this place and its energy.

Istiklal - recovering from the night tat

Istiklal – recovering from the night that was.

Istiklal starts to wake up.

Istiklal starts to wake up.

And Istanbul – you never disappoint. The weather was perfect. Sunny, warm but not too hot – perfect for exploring. I do not know if it is purely the geographical location, but it was made obvious to me this time that there is something truly magical about the light in this city – be it early morning, high noon, sunset, or any time in between. The sun certainly shines bright (like a diamond…HA!…some of you will know what that means…) on this city.

Reunion with I2020 friends - more like family actually. Ladies are shining bright!

Reunion with I2020 friends – more like family actually. Ladies are shining bright!

Here are a few examples of the beautiful light in the city – and the treasures you discover by walking down random streets.

Beautiful old mosque across from one of my favourite cafés - Café Cuma.

Beautiful old mosque across from one of my favourite cafés – Café Cuma.

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Morning light in the city. I love going for walks as everything wakes up.

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Just around the corner from the House Hotel Galatasaray. This neighbourhood just feels right.

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You will want to look around every corner, down every street.You never know what you will find.

Technically cheating with the next two photos…as they were taken on a previous trip. But seriously, mother nature loves this city. No filters…All natural.

Sunset over the Maiden's Tower

Sunset over the Maiden’s Tower

Sunset over Sultanahmet

Sunset over Sultanahmet

A case study in light – our view from Banyan restaurant in Ortaköy. The food is amazing, the drinks are well poured, and the view is unmatched.

View from Banyan as the sun starts to set.

View from Banyan as the sun starts to set.

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View from Banyan – the sun is gone, but night has not arrived quite yet.

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View from Banyan at night.

No matter how many times I go back, there are some places that I can never get enough of. Top of this list is the Çağaloğlu Hamam. Do yourself a favour and go… Sorry folks, no photos from the haman! 🙂 I will even admit that I once had a 6-hour layover at Ataturk Airport – so I hopped onto the train into the old city, had a hamam, then hopped the train back to the airport. Aaahhhhh.

Next on the list is the Aya Sofia. I could sit in there for hours. And this time there was a new courtyard open. Magic.

The walkway up to the 2nd level in the Aya Sofia. I can not help but think of all the people who have walked this before me (and I am not referring to the plethora of tourists).

The walkway up to the 2nd level in the Aya Sofia. I can not help but think of all the people who have walked this before me (and I am not referring to the plethora of tourists).

I'd love a home with marble doors like these...

I’d love a home with marble doors like these…

Peek-a-boo view to the Blue Mosque.

Peek-a-boo view to the Blue Mosque.

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The newly opened inner courtyard.

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Görüşürüz Aya Sofia.

And then there’s the food….So much good food…

Kahvaltı --- Turkish breakfast. If I invite you over for brunch these days, you will see this along with crèpes and maple syrup. The perfect French Canadian/Turkish meal.

Kahvaltı — Turkish breakfast. If I invite you over for brunch these days, you will see this along with crèpes and maple syrup. The perfect French Canadian/Turkish meal.

Afternoon Prosecco and nibbles.

Afternoon Prosecco and nibbles.

Oh hello chocolate baklava...

Oh hello chocolate baklava…

Banyan Orange Beef...and a Cosmo, of course.

Banyan Orange Beef…and a Cosmo, of course.

Atilla's Coffee Shop

When in Beşiktaş make sure you visit the Ayıbedenler coffee shop.

Istanbul…always a pleasure. Loved sharing some of my favourite sites and neighbourhoods with my friends.

Good for the soul. See you again soon.

Blue sky over the Blue Mosque

Blue sky over the Blue Mosque

Although the sun sets, the Bosphorus never sleeps.

Although the sun sets, the Bosphorus never sleeps.

Still love the lights.

Still love the lights.

House Hotel Galatasaray

House Hotel Galatasaray

And a final note. Thank you again to RASK Travel for making the arrangements for us. It’s always a treat to be in Istanbul, but when we got to our rooms at the House Hotel Galatasaray and found personalized welcome notes, a bottle of wine, and a box of truffles from you to welcome us there and wish us a fabulous weekend…well, that was above and beyond. You really are the best!

The Shangri-La, Oman photo that started it all....I saw this and thought "yes!"

The Shangri-La, Oman photo that started it all….I saw this and thought “yes!”

I was tired – exhausted really, and needed to recharge. A 4-day, sun and beach get-away was in order. Dubai is a short flight away, but I just wasn’t excited about going there. Didn’t want the ‘scene’, wanted this to be serene. And then I remembered a friend suggesting Oman as a place to meet and visit. That trip didn’t happen, but after googling ‘Oman beach resorts’, I knew where I was headed – The Shangri-La Oman.

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Full Moon over the Gulf of Oman and the Shangri-La beach.

The first thing that struck me upon arrival was how “quiet” it was – no honking horns and cars/drivers stick to their lanes (a stark contrast to where I currently work and reside). Aaahhhh, I could feel myself relax already. The short drive to the Shangri-La revealed a city (Muscat) that is clean, with white/off-white houses and beautifully simple architecture surrounded by desert mountains. Blue sky, 30-degree weather, beautiful surroundings…and I hadn’t even arrived at the hotel and beach yet. I knew I was in for a treat.

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Entry from the front desk to the rooms.

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Now this is the kind of welcome I like! Fresh fruit and Prosecco…

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View from my balcony.

The Shangri-La didn’t disappoint. Everything about the arrival experience was great. Beautiful setting, beautiful architecture, and friendly people.

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Sunrise. Beautiful.

 

I loved the beach, the pool, the sunshine, the quiet….but what really got me … was breakfast. Not the pancakes, crèpes, eggs, pain au chocolat, cereals, myriad of other hot food…no…it was the fresh fruit station – papaya, pineapple, strawberries, and other fruit I’d never seen before. The big bowl of blueberries very nearly sent me into tears and I had to exert extreme self-control not to grab it and run. You see, I normally have berries daily, but at the moment they are a luxury I don’t see often, particularly blueberries (yes, I know, this is a ‘first world problem’ as I have more food than I could possibly eat in a day available to me).

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Yummy! And the fresh mango juice was pretty tasty too.

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The view from breakfast – I could get used to this.

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Nizwa. I love the architecture

I came here to relax in the sun, but I also wanted to get off the Shangri-La campus (hard as that was…it is seriously beautiful) and experience a little of what Oman has to offer. I’d heard only wonderful things – about the people, the countryside, and the variety of activities available. After some help from Guest Services, I was booked on a tour to Nizwa and the Omani “grande canyon”. I was joined on the tour by an English mother and daughter – who were lovely and hysterical. This resulted in a fabulous, beautiful and hysterical day. Luckily our tour guide Emad was up for it.

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Selling cows in the parking lot.

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The dates are soooooo good!

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The old Souq. Beautiful.

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Entry into the old souq.

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Fish market all right…

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Goat anyone? It was closed that day…so no pet goat for me.

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Nizwa Fort

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View from the top of the Fort.

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I wanted to take these home.

Seriously loved these boys. I cannot begin to imagine what their lives are like – but by the looks of the “National Geographicly” gorgeous face of who I assume to be their father… Beautiful eyes and smiles on all of them.

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From Nizwa we drove up into the mountains to the top of their grand canyon. Our guide made sure we knew that there was a 10-degree shift in temperature – from 30 degrees to 20. I had been advised to bring a sweater as it can get cold in the mountains, and it might only be 15 degrees! To this I responded “I’m Canadian, that will be refreshing”. My smart-ass response was met with “bring a sweater”. Okay. Done. Brought one. Didn’t need it.

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Oman’s Grand Canyon. My photo does not do it justice…

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That’s our guide Emad. The goats were uber friendly, particularly given we had cashews for them. I just wanted them to know that they should stay clear of the Goat Market…

I also managed a little time in Muscat, although not enough. A quick tour with a new friend solidified my resolve to return – as soon as I can.

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Part of the Sultan’s Palace on the right, and if memory serves, a jail on top of the cliff.

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Seriously love the simplicity of the architecture. So beautiful.

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The Sultan’s Palace.

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The very colourful part of the Sultan’s Palace.

Oh Oman….this was just a little teaser. It provided everything I wanted, as I returned to work a new, refreshed and energized woman. I got a very little taste of a country that has so much to offer, welcoming people, beautiful scenery, wonderful food, so much to do…I barely scratched the surface. A trip back to experience sunrise over the desert, the lushness of the south in summer (when monsoon season hits India, southern Oman gets green and lush) canyons, mountains, waterfalls…and whatever other surprises you hold, is definitely in order.

Little side note: shout out to FlyDubai – flights were on time, new airplanes, good service, and you have to love an airline that has an animated safety video featuring a woman who looks like this…

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And one final note. Thanks so much to my friends at RASK Travel who arranged everything for me. You guys are the best!

View of the New Mosque, Galata and the Bosphorus.

View of the New Mosque, Galata and the Bosphorus.

I have been very lucky – I’ve had interesting jobs that I’ve enjoyed tremendously, and some have included international travel. This past year and a half has been extraordinary on that front.

Istanbul.

I had the pleasure and good fortune of spending the majority of last year there. It is a phenomenal city, with so much to offer – unbelievable scenics, a diverse culture and history, friendly and welcoming people, great food, new awesome friends, and of course, the hamam! Admittedly I was as sad to leave Istanbul as I was happy to go home, back to Vancouver. But that’s the thing about contracts that take you to distant, exotic places – they end and you go home. And I wouldn’t necessarily  have it any other way – the one makes the other that much more special.

Having started a new contract in an even more distant city, I’m experiencing the initial ‘getting used to the new surroundings” phase.  So after 3 weeks in Baku, I headed to Istanbul for 3 days. The fact that I am currently getting used to living in a new city and country put a new light on my reflections of the time spent in Istanbul.

After arriving in Istanbul Thursday morning I checked into my hotel in Beşiktaş, and as I unpacked the small mosque down the street started a mid-morning call to prayer. “Aaahhh” I thought, “I’m here – back in beautiful Istanbul”. I still love the sound of call to prayer. And hearing them is a definitive reminder that I am far away from home.

I walked up the hill from Beşiktaş to Nişantaşı to meet a friend for lunch. I hadn’t done this particular walk before and I hadn’t realized how quick a walk it was – just 20 minutes up the hill. Luckily for me Kutlu gives directions the same way I do, using landmarks not street names. It’s so much easier! But I digress… The point is, I enjoyed discovering how one area of the city I love connects to another.

Kutlu and I post lunch

Kutlu and I post lunch

After lunch I walked from Nişantaşı to Taksim Square and Istiklal. Again, a route I hadn’t done before. Another new discovery in a city I’ve spent a lot of time in. It was time to stop by a few of my favourite jaunts.

Tea and a chocolate macaron at the Pera Palace Hotel bakery.

Tea and a chocolate macaron at the Pera Palace Hotel bakery.

As I was enjoying my tea, the lady who served me asked if I’d been there before. She remembered serving Elenie and I last summer…on the patio, saying it was fun, that she’d recommended a drink and that we had laughed a lot…that’s quite a memory – we’re talking about something that happened last July!

Walking down Istiklal I remembered the first few times I’d walked that street – it had seemed so crowded and so different. This time, it felt like I’d come “home”. Now that put a very large smile on my face. And it was a feeling I had many times over the 3 days.

Beautiful, bustling Istiklal.

Beautiful, bustling Istiklal.

One of my favourite things to do is take the ferry across from the Europe side to the Asia side. There’s just something about seeing that city from the water. Meeting some friends on the Asia side provided the perfect “excuse” – though in truth none was needed. The ferry ride to and from did not disappoint.

I love seeing this Mosque right on the Bosphorus with the "modern" city behind.

I love seeing this Mosque right on the Bosphorus with the “modern” city behind.

Haydarpaşa train station - stunning.

Haydarpaşa train station – stunning.

Arriving in Kadiköy. I'm now officially in Asia :)

Arriving in Kadiköy. I’m now officially in Asia 🙂

Lunch with Ozan and Alaz.

Lunch with Ozan and Alaz.

Make that....lunch with Ozan, Alaz and Ayça!

Make that….lunch with Ozan, Alaz and Ayça!

And look what's on the menu! I love "menemen". It's turkish scrambled eggs with peppers and cheese in it. And it makes me laugh that it sounds like you're saying you want "many men" for breakfast. But seeing it like this on a menu was a first!

And look what’s on the menu! I love “menemen”. It’s turkish scrambled eggs with tomatoes, peppers and cheese in it. And it makes me laugh that it sounds like you’re saying you want “many men” for breakfast. But seeing it like this on a menu was a first!

Time to head back to the Europe side.  Pst...Elenie...what's missing from this photo? That's the ferry we used to take from Ataköy to Kadiköy.

Time to head back to the Europe side.
Psst…Elenie…what’s missing from this photo? That’s the ferry we used to take from Ataköy to Kadiköy.

Mother nature loves this city too! The sky often gets this beautiful at sunset. And the bird was intent on getting into the picture.

Mother nature loves this city too! The sky often gets this beautiful at sunset. And the bird was intent on getting into the picture. Love this view of the old city – and the silhouettes of the Blue Mosque and the AyaSofya.

I could go on in detail about every moment of the weekend…but I’ll get to the point. As I was leaving Istanbul I thought about how “different” this city is to my home town and country, and yet how at “home” I now feel there. If we could all travel to distant places around the globe and immerse ourselves in a different culture for a little while, wouldn’t we begin to understand and appreciate each other more? Wouldn’t we see that we are not so different after all, no matter what our beliefs? Others who are “different” wouldn’t feel so scary, and we’d realize we have more in common than not. And that’s the key with going somewhere new – being open to experiencing it for what it is and not wanting to duplicate what we have at home. The more I travel and experience new places, the more I want to travel and experience new places. Istanbul is going to make that challenging though, as it is going to be hard not to simply keep going back there!

Görüşürüz Istanbul and my wonderful friends.

Beautiful Sunday morning in Bebek.

Beautiful Sunday morning in Bebek.

Incredible view from Mangerie in Bebek.

Incredible view from Mangerie in Bebek.

Walking back to my hotel in Beşiktaş.

Walking back to my hotel in Beşiktaş.

Dinner with the very lovely, and funny, Gulin.

Dinner with the very lovely, and funny, Gulin.

A big thank you to my hostess Gökçe for letting me crash for a couple of nights.

A big thank you to my hostess Gökçe for letting me crash for a couple of nights.

 

And last but not least, that's a very happy, rejuvenated, grounded and soul satisfied moi enjoying Kahvaltı (classic Turkish breakfast), sunshine and a beautiful view before heading to the airport.

And last but not least, that’s a very happy, rejuvenated, grounded and soul satisfied moi enjoying Kahvaltı (classic Turkish breakfast), sunshine and a beautiful view before heading to the airport.

 

Two days before leaving Buenos Aires for Bogotá, Columbia, I got a call from my friend Emma (who lives in Bogotá, and whom I was going to visit upon leaving Buenos Aires) asking if I wanted to go to a little island off the coast of Columbia for the weekend. She had been invited, but had refused as I was visiting…only to be told “bring your friend with you!”. So when she asked if I wanted to go (no pressure, we didn’t need to go…), I have to say that was a very, very easy YES! on my part. Great decision Lise…great decision!

We took an early flight from Bogotá to Montería, where we were met at the airport by Andrés’ friends. A few hours later, after doing some grocery shopping, a stop at the home hardware store, meeting up with more people, a road-side stop for lunch, and an army checkpoint along the country road we shared with cows, chickens and roosters, we found ourselves at a little village called La Rada on the northern coast. Here, Andrés’ boat awaited. It required a little repair, then we were off.

Our boats to Isla Fuerte, just off the coast at La Rada.

Our boats to Isla Fuerte, just off the coast at La Rada.

Our captain, and host.

Our captain, and host.

It’s a 30-minute boat ride to Isla Fuerte. Beautiful open air on the Caribbean. During the boat ride Andrés informed us that Isla Fuerte used to be home to pirates who plundered along the Panama coast and just off Cartagena. This is where they rested, partied and enjoyed their spoils. I can understand why they decided to call it home. It’s a beautiful, little tropical island.

Andrés' home. Simple, beautiful, cozy, warm and welcoming.

Andrés’ home. Simple, beautiful, cozy, warm and welcoming.

The perfect place to sit and relax.

The perfect place to sit and relax.

Andrés had invited Emma (and subsequently me) to come to the island because it was the weekend of their ‘sport event’. Once a year the island hosts athletes from two other small communities on the mainland – Paso Nuevo and La Rada. Events range from track (running) to football (soccer), baseball, boxing, swimming and canoeing. There is also a cultural component, with each community putting on a small show. To put this into context there are about 400 locals on the island (at most). The other two villages are about the same size, I think. Every morning people from Paso Nuevo and La Rada pile onto boats and come to the island for the day. And the locals party late into the night, with music being played at great levels. We arrived Friday afternoon, the day of the opening ceremonies.

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The Armada performs the national anthem.

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Welcome to the Games.

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The lighting of the Cauldron. Done by a local runner, who has competed at the world championships.

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The head table during Opening Ceremonies.

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Everybody surrounds the pavilion where the Opening Ceremonies are taking place. The children are beautiful.

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Opening Ceremonies performances.

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Love these children!

The athletes from the 3 communities marched into the opening ceremonies.

The athletes from the 3 communities marched into the opening ceremonies.

I would have happily mingled with the locals to watch the Opening Ceremonies, however I was invited to sit inside the pavilion. So I sat and watched mesmerized by the beautiful faces around me.

On Saturday, after a morning of snorkeling and swimming in the Caribbean, we made our way back to the Games to watch the boxing matches.

Boxing in the heat of the afternoon - it was well over 30 degrees. Thankfully the ring was placed under a large tree, giving a little shade.

Boxing in the heat of the afternoon – it was well over 30 degrees. Thankfully the ring was placed under a large tree, which provided a little shade.

Look who else has come to watch the boxing!

Look who else has come to watch the boxing!

Once the boxing was done for the day, it was time for the kids to jump in and practice. Stars in the making?

Once the boxing was done for the day, it was time for the kids to jump in and practice. Stars in the making?

I loved watching the races. Everyone would be in the middle of the track and follow the racers, running across to see who won.

Congratulating the winner, from Isla Fuerte.

Congratulating the winner, from Isla Fuerte.

Everyone celebrates a win. Doesn't matter who won.

Everyone celebrates a win. Doesn’t matter who won.

The track that surrounds the football/baseball field. And they run barefoot!

The track that surrounds the football/baseball field. And they run barefoot!

We headed back to the boat and the next thing I knew we were approaching the shore close to the heart of the village, where everyone was gathered. It was time for the swimming events. All of a sudden, some 15 “boys” jump into the boat with us.

Waiting for the swimming events. Why not take advantage of the clear blue water and jump in?

Waiting for the swimming events. Why not take advantage of the clear blue water and jump in?

We are joined by the male swimmers.

We are joined by the male swimmers.

Relaxed before their race, we take them out to the start.

Relaxed before their race, we take them out to the start.

This boat was anchored, and provided the starting point of the men's swimming race. We dropped them off in front of it where they lined up, waiting for Andrés to officially start the race.

This boat was anchored, and provided the starting point of the men’s swimming race. We dropped them off in front of it where they lined up, waiting for Andrés to officially start the race.

And they are off!

And they are off!

Next up was the women’s swim race.

The women hop onto our boat.

The women hop onto our boat.

So pretty! And what you can't see is that her suit for the race consists of cut off jean shorts and a tank top...

So pretty! And what you can’t see is that her suit for the race consists of cut off jean shorts and a tank top…

We didn't want to take them as far out as the men (proved difficult for some), so we went out into the water, then they jumped overboard and hung onto the boat for Andrés to start the race. As they pushed off the boat to swim, we nearly lost Andrés!

We didn’t want to take them as far out as the men (proved difficult for some), so we went out into the water, then they jumped overboard and hung onto the boat for Andrés to start the race. As they pushed off the boat to swim, we nearly lost Andrés!

The leaders get to shore and run it in.

The leaders get to shore and run it in.

Given that the swimming events meant open-water swimming in the Caribbean, the Columbian Armada was on hand to pick up any athlete who ran into trouble.

The Armada are officially invited to the event, giving them and the locals a positive encounter. They've had enough less then positive encounters over the years, so this is an opportunity for both sides to get to know each other, in happier surroundings and times.

The Armada are officially invited to the event, giving them and the locals a positive encounter.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better…the canoeing race started.

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One of the boats sank almost immediately, and a few of the others did have to bail out water, but they made it to the finish.

One of the boats sank almost immediately, and a few of the others did have to bail out water, but they made it to the finish.

The final race of that day was a relay – the first athlete ran from this section of the beach to another, down by the main port. There a canoe with two people took the next leg, canoeing to the ship where the men’s swimming start had been. Then the person in the canoe who wasn’t rowing jumped into the water and swam to shore – finishing the race. Fantastic!

After a full afternoon of Games, we headed out on the boat to see other parts of the island.

The sun was starting to go down - providing an even more glorious backdrop for the evening boat ride.

The sun was starting to go down – providing an even more glorious backdrop for the evening boat ride.

There's no beating Mother Nature. Sunset over the island.

There’s no beating Mother Nature. Sunset over the island.

One part of the island is a bird sanctuary.

One part of the island is a bird sanctuary.

After the boxing finals on Sunday came the closing ceremonies. This time Emma and I were invited to sit at the head table. And we were asked to judge the cultural performances by the three communities, along with another of the guests at the head table. It was amazing to watch the three communities perform. Very much African tribal, with a hint of Latino hip swaying.

Isla Fuerte performing.

Isla Fuerte performing.

La Rada performing. Their performance was best. We had to consider the music, costumes, dancing, enthusiasm, etc.

La Rada performing. Their performance was best. We had to consider the music, costumes, dancing, enthusiasm, etc.

Paso Nuevo performs.

Paso Nuevo performs.

A close-up look at Paso Nuevo's performance.

A close-up look at Paso Nuevo’s performance.

Once the speeches were made, the trophies were handed out for all of the events. Unfortunately, when the podium was brought into the middle of the floor, it pulled the cable for the sound system. The announcements of the winners were made by a man yelling into the crowd. Priceless! We were asked to hand out the trophies. So now I know what it’s like to be the one presenting the athlete with their medal/trophy!

At the end of each day the athletes from La Rada and Paso Nuevo would pile back onto their boats and go home. We missed them the first two nights, but managed to see it happening after the Closing Ceremonies.

It was amazing to watch them wave their trophies, sing and laugh.

It was amazing to watch them wave their trophies, sing and laugh.

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This is the biggest event that happens on what is normally a quiet little island. It was a privilege to see it, and something I will not soon forget.

The children are so beautiful. I could easily have done nothing but watch them and talk to them.

The children are so beautiful. I could easily have done nothing but watch them and talk to them.

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It was just what I needed after Buenos Aires. The land on which the pavilion was built, and on which the football/baseball field and track are located, was purchased for this event with a grant given to the community by the International Olympic Committee when Juan Antonio Samaranch was its President.

It felt good to see some of the positive impact the IOC can have on a small community - giving it's residents and those of La Rada and Paso Nuevo opportunities they would not normally have.

It felt good to see some of the positive impact the IOC can have on a small community – giving its residents and those of La Rada and Paso Nuevo opportunities they would not normally have.

Our last night on the island gave us a tropical storm – wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Fitting I thought – after all, this adventure would not have been complete without a tropical storm! Thankfully though, the skies cleared up in time for our very early departure on Monday morning. (What was it with all the 4:30am wake-ups for flights that week – a total of 3!)

Sunrise. So pretty. It was difficult to say good-bye to this place.

Sunrise. So pretty. It was difficult to say good-bye to this magical place.

All I can say is thank you Andrés. Thank you for giving us such an amazing adventure and opportunity. Emma and I talked about this a lot, it was exactly what we both needed to see, and it was such a privilege to be a part of it. Rejuvenated indeed. Muchos, muchos gracias my friend!

Emma enjoying being out on the boat.

Emma enjoying being out on the boat.

Me...loving being out on the boat.

Me…loving being out on the boat.

My participation is official. They gave one to Emma as well.

My participation is official. They gave one to Emma as well.

¡hasta luego Isla Fuerte. I do hope to see you again soon!

¡hasta luego Isla Fuerte. I do hope to see you again soon!