When The Universe Poops In Your Cereal...

Dec 1, 2016 by

  Vancouver Island has been home for about the last 3 weeks now, and it’s been indescribably refreshing to be on Canadian soil, breathe cool mountain air and frankly, be the only student intern at the clinic where I’m working. Solitude, lack of competitive attitudes/superiority, and lovely introverted *me* time have been the absolute bee’s knees. My plans here, apart from working and honing my clinical skills, included two main activities: driving to see some sweet stuff on the island and write write write. Weekend one came around, and I was excited to hop off to Ucluelet for the day. I had rolled through once before, back in 2009 with my parents. We were on our way to Tofino and only stopped briefly, but I remember how charmed I was and knew I’d be back...

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Jamaica Was

Nov 10, 2016 by

Rum & Red Stripe     So, so, so many Red Stripes. So, so much rum.   Steamed Snapper     Actually, I ate so much my first week, I couldn’t stomach anymore the second week!   New Friends, Frizzy Hair & Lobster Photobombs     All three in one photo!   A Hurricane, More Or Less     Technically, I don’t think it qualified as a hurricane, but I’ve never experienced such loud and aggressive rain before. It leaked in through the roof of our accommodation and had the windows banging so loudly that I woke up shouting!   Finally Getting A Piña Colada     I asked everywhere we went, and either no one had the ingredients, or the bar tender was not working. When we got to our weekend R&R resort, I...

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New Passport Win

Oct 21, 2016 by

  UGH. For 2 months, I lacked the magical combination of simultaneously having good wifi, power (yes, as in electricity!) and the will to blog. Not once did these three things coincide, though each on their own came and went. Since the end of August, I was in Malawi, and these last two weeks, I visited friends in Zambia and Qatar. As I’m secretly (now not so secretly?) trying to get through the alphabet in countries visited, I’m really jazzed about getting a Z country under my belt.     So, I have to say. My brand new passport is pretty badass so far: USA for clinical rotations. Malawi for more optometry nerding out. Zambia to visit a friend and his family. Qatar to reunite with two of my beloveds. Both Malawi and Zambia...

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Crumbling, Booming

Aug 28, 2016 by

  From outside, the Kamuzu Stadium looked like a relic, something from a movie about Africa set in the 1970’s. Inside, the stadium was packed with life, the throngs of fans roaring.     I’m not much of a soccer/football fan, and I’d go so far as to say that the actual sport aspect of attending this match was boring. Instead, I spent my time observing people, listening to their shouts and watching their celebrations. For me, that is the experience of attending a sporting event abroad. At least, one that isn’t hockey. I went with Christopher, one of the guys who lives and works here in Blantyre. I’m not really sure of his exact job description, but his English is good, and besides his regular duties in the office, he’s taken it upon...

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#Rio2016

Aug 15, 2016 by

  Almost seven years later, and too many new places added to my roster since I visited Rio, this city, this country, is still one of the most beautiful, one of the most jarring, one of the most magnetic and addictive. It’s raw and huge. It’s dangerous and exciting. The people are striking and warm. The energy pulses, through the day and through the night. Brazil is relentless, Rio persistent. Go once, and its heart will beat within you for years (and years) to come. It’s hard to imagine being the person I was in these photos, all those years ago. I had a different guy in my life, a different career, bangs(!) for crying out loud. So much has changed for me on a personal level, but the world throbs on, and the games are...

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Unexpected Experience

Aug 2, 2016 by

  I’m reminded of the time Kathy wanted me to hold warm bread. Not because the experience was similar in nature, but similar in sentiment. It was like stopping to smell the flowers or watching a sunrise. It was a blessed moment, one I was altogether unprepared for as I heard the sound whistle by. I stopped, wondering what it was. Looking around me, there was nothing but canyon views, backed by the La Sal mountain range. The day was easily 35-40C and not a tickle of wind floated by. I could see no immediate explanation for the sudden zip of sound that broke through my always boisterous and stubborn self-talk. Then, there it was again. That sound. There was something mechanical about it, something metal and calculated about it. A flash of black. A...

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Keep Portland Delicious

Jul 23, 2016 by

  This Where to Eat type post is really more of a Where I Ate type post. I wasn’t in Portland long enough to dig my teeth into the culinary culture and provide earth shattering recommendations, but I can certainly provide my opinion on the places I ate/drank while there last weekend. And if I’m being honest, I think I did very, very well. First up, Masu.     I admit, I’m a total sushi snob and I have a hard time eating sub-par sushi. Masu definitely delivered, and I left a happy girl. The fish was all excellent and fresh, and I even had a new experience: quail egg (uzura). They were served as the above photo shows, with an opening in the top and the little yolk inside. Served raw, they are eaten in one quick...

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The Ultimate Countdown

Jul 19, 2016 by

  Couples count down for a lot of things. Anniversaries and birthdays celebrated together. Family holidays, Christmas, Thanksgiving and Sunday dinners. Engagement celebrations, bachelor/ette parties and weddings. Pregnancies and babies on the way. Possession day on a new house.     Finally, for us, a door has shimmied open, and just a tiny slice of light is wedging its way through. Down at the end of a long, black tunnel, a glimmer of illumination has at last appeared. Our countdown has reached the single digits. It’s a countdown that only became relevant to us recently when we realized… single digits. We quickly made a list to confirm.     After 5 years of long distance, countless visits in Waterloo, and meeting up in Iceland, Ireland or the USA… after too many snotty-nosed, red-eyed ugly crying sessions...

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