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!

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Silliness at your 70th birthday.

The important stuff. The really, really, really important stuff.

Maman.

So hard to believe you are gone, and I will never, ever, be able to wrap my arms around you again. When I left Vancouver for Baku 2 weeks ago, I did not want to get on the plane. It felt like another farewell, a final good-bye. The return to “normal”. But it isn’t “normal”. In my definition of “normal” you are home, we Skype on Saturdays, and I get to come home and see you. It is purely selfish, I know. For if this were the case you would still be struggling with an illness that is relentless in its taking over of your body. And I do not want that for you. You deserve better. You deserve to be free. To sing, to play with your grandchildren, to lead the choir, to never be home, to dance, to run along the hills of Ireland, to eat as much chocolate as you want, and to light up every room you enter. Hopefully you are now doing all of that…and more.

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Our last night in Dublin – after a 10-day trip through Ireland. When we started out to see the Irish Dancers you said “do we have to stay all evening?” Yvon and I assured you we could leave whenever you wanted. Then we got there and you made your way to the front of the stage, and lit up the dance floor. So much for leaving early!

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Smooching with Noah – always ready for a hug and kiss, especially when it came to your grandchildren! And who could blame you, they are all pretty darn cute.

I’ve been told that this is not an end, but a new beginning – a new relationship with you. I suppose it’s true. That’s pretty much what happened with dad. So I will fumble my way and figure out what this looks like. Meanwhile, I will keep thanking you. You have been my anchor – allowing me to run free and go do whatever it is I do, always there with a smile and the words “gros hug”. You have been an incredible role model teaching us all about patience, strength, unconditional love, generosity, laughter, determination, being calm, faith and grace. As you slipped away, this didn’t end…it got stronger. I can only hope that when my time comes I can be as beautiful and serene.

I was watching a documentary on Queen Elizabeth a while back, and when she spoke about Lady Diana’s death she said “to grieve means you have loved deeply”. She was right. So I will take the pain, the mourning. For without it I would never have felt the love, the warmth, the joy, the laughter, the intense happiness.

Although the pain never really goes away, the grief is less intense. Already feelings of warmth and love sit beside it as memories come back of time spent with you. It is those memories, those feelings, I will treasure and forever be grateful for. How lucky am I that I get to call you “Maman”.

A few more treasured moments from a life well lived – proof that a “rich” life has nothing to do with money, and everything to do with the love and joy you brought to all of us. You are, and will remain, deeply loved and missed by us all.

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Always full of surprises. An unlikely Halloween costume for you. Not sure why we didn’t colour your hair like this more often!

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Aaahh, such a sense of humour. Not a bad pose for a staunch Catholic!

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Stylin’ – with your mum.

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Yvon said it best.

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Playful on your way to Germany.

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Love this pic. Another shining example of how much we all love you.

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Um, yes. That is my mum shooting tequila! For someone who didn’t drink…that was impressive.

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Hard to believe this was just a month before you left us.

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The start of an amazing family.

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Years and 10 children later…you still fit into your wedding dress. Crazy.

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My mum, the activist! What an amazing night, watching you up on stage delivering a beautiful and powerful speech on why Quebec should not separate.

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Foot loose and fancy free!

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Ah, such a young lady!

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Too cute!

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Is that you running the train station?

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7 kids, and a visit to the zoo. Or wait, was the zoo our house?

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I just love this photo of you. That look on your face really says it all.

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Still my all-time fave of you and dad. Moving into your first apartment together.

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Are we boring you? )

Have another...

Have another…

Seriously...who said you could wear such a sexy dress?

Seriously…how can you eat all that dessert and still look so damn good?

Our first night in Ireland. Yvon - thank you again for coming up with that idea, and for letting me parachute in on it!

Our first night in Ireland. Yvon – thank you again for coming up with that idea, and for letting me parachute in on it!

So darn cute.

So darn cute.

Tending bar at The Spaniard, in county Cork.

Tending bar at The Spaniard, in county Cork.

Thank you Dan for taking mum back to Winnipeg. I know she loved that trip.

Thank you Dan for taking mum back to Winnipeg. I know she loved that trip.

Christmas 2013. Thank you for creating such an amazing family. Hard to believe there are 5 grandchildren and 1 child missing from this photo...

Christmas 2013. Thank you for creating such an amazing family. Hard to believe there are 5 grandchildren and 1 child missing from this photo…

LOVE.

LOVE.

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!

Church of the Saviour. It was built where emperor Alexander II was mortally wounded on March 1 1881.

Church of the Saviour. It was built where emperor Alexander II was mortally wounded on March 1 1881.

56 days ago I left Vancouver for Istanbul, for a month and a half of work, presentations and travel. After spending 10 days in Istanbul, we were off to St. Petersburg for the first of 3 presentations. You might wonder what makes St. Petersburg so significant. It’s not the city itself, but the country. Russia.

When I was a child (somewhere around 12 years old) I was watching an athletics competition in the USSR on tv. It is as I watched this and saw the onion domed buildings in the background that I thought to myself “I want to travel”. That is the first time I consciously thought “I want to travel”. So much to see out there. It was fitting then that what finally brought me to Russia was an Olympic related work project. I was excited about being in Russia. Home of Vladislav Tretiak (if you don’t know who he is, look him up) and various other Russian athletes I have enjoyed watching over the years. I have always had a soft spot for Russian athletes. And I’ve always had a soft spot for Russia. Granted it’s more about the Russia of the Czars…but still.

Anyhow, there I was – in St. Petersburg. And although the majority of my time there was spent in a hotel meeting room working, I did enjoy the 5-minute drive to the exhibition site and the 1 day off I scheduled for myself.

The first thing that struck me was the white nights. Living in Vancouver, we do get daylight until 10pm during the summer. But this just felt different. I would think “it’s only about 4pm, still lots of time to work”, when it was actually 9pm.

10:30pm, in front of our hotel.

10:30pm, in front of our hotel.

11:45pm, in front of our hotel. It never got completely dark and you can see some lighter spots in the sky. Crazy.

11:45pm, in front of our hotel. It never got completely dark and you can see some lighter spots in the sky. Crazy.

I also loved seeing the signs in Russian. It would take a while to get that language down…

Our hotel. Park Inn isn't exactly a Russian name...but the Pribaltiskaya part...that's the part i like.

Our hotel. Park Inn isn’t exactly a Russian name…but the Pribaltiyskaya part…that’s the part i like.

Once the work was done came my one day to look around. First Stop – Church of the Saviour. Incredible building, although admittedly I still cannot decide if I actually like it or not…

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There’s a beautiful garden and park right next to the church which I would have explored if I had more time. But there was so much to see and I only had one day.

Detail of the gate leading into the garden/park.

Detail of the gate leading into the garden/park.

Second stop – another church close by, where you can go up the 190+ stairs to the roof. Amazing view of what is a very pretty city.

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Less daunting on the way down… Although I have to say it was a pretty easy climb. Clearly I was motivated.

Loved seeing the onion domes in the distance. Not on tv, but in person.

Loved seeing the onion domes in the distance. Not on tv, but in real life.

The river that runs through the city is beautiful.

The river that runs through the city is beautiful.

I know. I'm in Russia so of course the signs are in Russian. Duh. But I still just loved looking at them!

I know. I’m in Russia so of course the signs are in Russian. Duh. But I still just loved looking at them! No idea what they said, but still…

They really do have large boulevards and squares and buildings that are truly impressive in size and architecture.

Looking down from the church roof. You don't really get a true sense of scale unless you are standing in the square.

Looking down from the church roof. You don’t really get a true sense of scale unless you are standing in the square.

I've always been fascinated by the large doorways in Europe. This is the entrance to the church. Now you get an idea of the scale of the buildings in the square.

I’ve always been fascinated by the large doorways in Europe. This is the entrance to the church. Now you get an idea of the scale of the buildings in the square.

The detail is incredible.

The detail is incredible.

Next we took a canal tour. It was lovely spending some time on the water. Apparently the city was conceived as the Venice of the north. Just one little problem….winter…the canals freeze in the winter. So eventually roads were built over the canals. But a few remain today.

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And they celebrate the white nights. Then again, what else are you going to do? Might as well embrace reality.

And they celebrate the white nights. Then again, what else are you going to do? Might as well embrace reality.

I saved the best stop for last. You see, as I told anyone who would listen…it was time to go back to my former summer home. It had been way too long since I’d last seen it. My Summer Palace – having been Catherine the Great in a former life. 🙂 What can I say. I am embracing the little old Balinese medicine man Ketut Liyer’s declaration that I am “a Queen”.

Upon arriving I had to smile. You see, the outside of the Summer Palace is the same colour as my bedroom at home. Seems my tastes haven't changed much over the years.

Upon arriving I had to smile. You see, the outside of the Summer Palace is the same colour as my bedroom at home. Seems my tastes haven’t changed much over the years.

The gold...all the gold...Stunning.

The gold…all the gold…Stunning.

My ballroom. Seems I let other use it for events. A wedding reception was setting up as I walked through.

My ballroom. Nice of me to let others use it for events. A wedding reception was setting up as I walked through. Can’t imagine that’s a cheap rental.

The detail in the Summer Palace is nothing short of incredible. Check out some of the floors.

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Each of the rooms has its own ‘personality’. Seems I liked to dine…a lot…

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I love this green room. The decor on the walls must have taken ages to finish.

I love this green room. The decor on the walls must have taken ages to finish.

The amount of gold everywhere…seriously…so much gold! Rather decadent of me.

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Amazing attention to detail given to every inch of the Palace  – and this is not a small Palace!

No doorway is 'just a doorway'.

No doorway is ‘just a doorway’.

And they kept my favourite dress in prime condition, out on display for all to see.

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Alexander’s clothing is on display as well. Although I (Catherine) built him his own Palace across the park from mine, he ended up spending most of his time at the Summer Palace – as it reminded him of his childhood. His place of comfort.

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And then there’s the back yard – onto the stables.

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I can picture the grand entrances of visiting parties – on horseback.

Looking at the shear opulence and decadence of my Summer Palace – it’s no surprise really that there was a revolution. Still, what great taste I had!

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From the Summer Palace I headed to the airport to go back to Istanbul. It was a great way to end my day of sightseeing. Thank you Furkan for being my sight-seeing buddy that day and for indulging my visit to the Summer Palace.

PS – I am not certifiably crazy, nor do I actually believe I was Catherine the Great in a previous life. But it made visiting the Summer Palace and writing about it even more fun.

Looking back at the trip now, I know I want to go back to Russia and really spend some time discovering and visiting. Believe me, not all is wonderful (their sense of customer service, or lack thereof, being an example of where they really need to grow) – but it is definitely worth heading back to one day.

Welcome to Pizzeria da Baffetto

Welcome to Pizzeria da Baffetto

Okay…I’ve been absent from the blog for a while now. It’s not that I haven’t had plenty to write about – I have. But for whatever reason, I got out of the habit. But I am back. What brings me back you ask? Easy. Food.

A year ago I want to Rome for the first time. I loved every second of it. So before heading back to Vancouver from Istanbul – for good – I made sure I went back to Rome for a few days. I know there are a lot of places I have yet to visit that I am sure I will love, but I had to get some more time in Rome. And a trip to Rome had to include a return to Pizzeria da Baffetto.

I knew what to expect this time – a busy little restaurant, filled with both locals and tourists, and likely being sat at a table with strangers. The owner is working the crowd and making sure everyone is having fun and great pizza. And there’s a line-up – there’s always a line-up. It’s one of the few places in Rome (okay, maybe the ONLY place in Rome) where coming to dine on your own is actually a plus. When the waiters come out to see how many are in each group, they get to me, I say “solo uno”, and they grab my hand and pull me in immediately. No wait for this party of one.

Last summer I got really lucky and was sat right by where all the pizza making happens. This year I was sat upstairs at a long table, between two groups of two. A local father and son on my left, and a couple from San Francisco on my right. I ordered my insalatta mista, pizza con prosciutto, and vino blanco, then sat back and watched those around me devour their pizza. It was the first visit to Baffetto’s for the couple on my right and knowing what they were in store for, I sat back to watch their reaction as they took their first bite. A chorus of “oooohs” and “aahhhhs”  and “wow this pizza is great” ensued. Worth the wait, it is always worth the wait.

So when in Rome, treat yourself. Go to the original Baffetto’s location, just off Piazza Navona. Whether you prefer a margarita pizza or one with all the trimmings – you will not regret it.

As much as they are known for their pizza, I will say they make a damn fine salad as well.

As much as they are known for their pizza, I will say they make a damn fine salad as well.

And there she is, my pizza. Essentially margarita pizza with some prosciutto on top. DELICIOUS!

And there she is, my pizza. Essentially margarita pizza with some prosciutto on top. DELICIOUS!

At this point I'm wishing I hadn't had such a huge lunch. How am I going to finish this? I can't let it go to waste...

At this point I’m wishing I hadn’t had such a huge lunch. How am I going to finish this? I can’t let it go to waste…

Oh the last bite... It's bittersweet. I'm stuffed so I'm happy it's the last bite - but it's so good....I just want to keep tasting it...

Oh the last bite… It’s bittersweet. I’m stuffed so I’m happy it’s the last bite – but it’s so good….I just want to keep tasting it…

Oh come on now, there's always room for a little dessert. Dessert has its own compartment in my stomach. Besides, it's a little lemon sorbet, served in a frozen hollowed out lemon!

Oh come on now, there’s always room for a little dessert. Dessert has its own compartment in my stomach. Besides, it’s a little lemon sorbet, served in a frozen hollowed out lemon!

And that is that. Another fine dinner at Baffetto’s. Now it’s time for a walk to la Fontana di Trevi – best seen at night, and a good way to walk off all that pizza!

Pizzeria da Baffetto’s – so good it warranted its own 2nd post!

I figure it’s about time I shared what my daily life in Istanbul is like. So here goes.

I arrived in Istanbul on October 28th, so it’s been seven weeks now. And I must say what I’ve been up to in those seven weeks has been pretty great. Balances out living in a hotel room for sure. My “home”, let’s start there. I live at the Ramada Atakôy (Atakôy being a suburb of Istanbul). It’s pretty close to the airport and very close to the office. When I manage to get myself out nice and early it’s a 20 minute walk to the office – or the gym or pool next door to the office. When I don’t get up early, there’s a van that picks up those of us living at the Ramada. Getting to work is easy. Living in a hotel room…well, I’d prefer not to, but so far it’s been okay.

This is the Ramada Atakôy… For some reason the entrance and the street in front of it mesh and it’s hard to tell whether you’re on the street or not. It’s a busy street corner and making your way across can be interesting.

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The Ramada Hotel and Suites, Atakôy, Istanbul. Also known as “home”.

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This is the first room I had here. Two single beds…after a few weeks I’d had enough of that.

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So I moved into this room with a King bed. Felt extremely luxurious to be able to starfish and move around.

It’s a very new hotel, so every now and again something new makes its way into the room. A few weeks ago the shampoo and soap were suddenly branded Ramada, and a couple of days ago a robe showed up. It’s been interesting to watch them develop their service. We can now go into the gym – even though it’s not officially opened yet.

My other “home” is the office. So if you’re thinking it’s all glamour all the time over here….some proof that it isn’t would be the office photos.

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This is the downstairs office. Since Deepak (man with ponytail on the left) went back to India, the style level in our office has taken a serious drop…

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And this is the upstairs office, where I generally sit. Bad fluorescent lighting, everyone crammed into one big room, and let me tell you by mid-afternoon it’s incredibly warm and there’s a definite lack of oxygen. And for whatever reason on our floor the women’s washroom runs out of tp by mid-afternoon, and it doesn’t seem to get refilled until night-time…

That said, we know how to have fun. There are many laughs, and even a few spontaneous dance parties.

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Luckily for me I’ve had to go out and about and work on some photo shoots. Some of the team see nothing but the office all week. So you won’t find me complaining. You will, however, find me being incredibly thankful. I’ve been on some pretty interesting shoots.

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A sunny day spent on the Bosphorus.

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Getting to go out into the countryside. Not sure stepping onto this old suspension bridge was a ‘highlight’ that I need to repeat. “It’s safe if you walk on these boards”, right. I hate heights, I get vertigo, that makes me feel really secure.

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One of the production team’s daughter Azra. She was on a school break so she joined us for a couple of days. We bonded over Angry Birds.

I’ve even managed to learn some Turkish. In true Lise fashion I have a tutor. But not a traditional ‘teacher’ type of tutor. That just doesn’t work for me. My tutor and I meet and go out and about. What I want is a glimpse at regular day-to-day life in Istanbul. What I want to learn are words and phrases that I will use on a daily basis. I met Bariş (pronounced “Bah-Rish” (roll the R like you do in French) while doing a shoot. Unfortunately for him that meant he had to swim in the Bosphorus in mid-November. Not sure how he made it out without going into hypothermia, but he did. And as we were driving him home post shoot he asked how long I’d been here and if I’d learnt any Turkish. Sure I had, but just the easy stuff, what I needed was a tutor. He offered, I accepted. In true Turkish hospitality style, he won’t let me pay him. And to date when we’ve been out and about he refuses to let me pay for anything. I’m going to have to figure out how to fix that. Or maybe there’s nothing to fix…

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Poor guy. The least I could do is take a photo that does him justice – which this one most certainly does NOT do. On this occasion we were out and about in Beşiktaş. A much nicer and cooler part of town than the area I live in.

Speaking of driving around this city – that is certainly quite an experience. My comfort zone for space around the vehicle I am in has not only been tested, it’s been completely demolished. I have no idea how we don’t get side-swiped daily. I am also in awe of where these drivers can get their vans to go – streets I wouldn’t even try to go down in a compact car, and a Mercedes van for 12 gets through. Little windy streets with cars parked on both sides and vehicles coming at us. Six lanes that merge into one with cars jostling for position. Going backwards on a highway – or any street for that matter. Cars creating lanes where none exist. It’s crazy. But I guess that’s what happens in a city of 18 million. I need to take photos of that. No words can adequately describe it.

A few more favourite sites around town include:

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Out and about in the Taksim area. That is one heck of a lot of doner meat! And totally yummy.

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Every now and again you come across a street that is completely unexpected. Gorgeous.

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Walking around Taksim for a nightlife shoot – and what do we find but a restaurant called “Montreal”. Not quite sure why it’s a Mexican food place…but seeing the maple leaf felt good.

In my first week here we found this great little tea place. When David and Marilyn were here for a visit (they were cruising in the area and in Istanbul for a day) I took them there, with Bariş. This completely astonished Bariş. Apparently my favourite little tea place that has baby sized plastic stools with cushions and plastic tables lining the windy cobble street is a traditional MEN’S tea house. No females allowed. Oops. We were sitting outside, and sure enough when I looked in it was filled with men (older men at that) drinking tea, smoking cigarettes and playing cards. I think knowing it was a traditional ‘men’s only’ spot made Marilyn and I like it even more. Bariş insisted that if I ever went back on my own and sat inside it wouldn’t matter whether or not I spoke Turkish…I would know what they were talking about and I would leave. Hmmm, I might have to test that!

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It’s still my favourite tea house!

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The Basilica Cistern. Constructed when Rome ruled. As the main water supply it used to be full to the ceiling. Now it’s just plain gorgeous.

There is so much more I could write about, but this is enough for now. Suffice it to say, I cannot believe how lucky I am! The past two weeks have been all work, every day, but there’s no way I can complain about any of this. I am simply grateful, for the opportunity to be here, the people I work with, the friends I have made, and this incredible city and culture.

Çok teşekkurler for reading this far down.

Görüşürüz!

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I cannot believe how amazingly gorgeous the sky was last Saturday. This is taken from the Asian side, looking at the Maiden’s Tower and then back onto the old city on the Europe side, with the Aya Sofia and the Blue Mosque up on the hill. Stunning.