Wednesday, May 23, 2012
We were in Paris in November of 2010. It wasn't a whirlwind of romance like in the movies, it was cold and I was layering every item of clothing I owned. We slept in a small dorm room in a hostel in Montmartre with two beds, four bunks. I woke up every day at 8 am and hopped in the shower so I could get dressed and ready before waking Matt up for breakfast. We ate a croissant with breakfast every day (that part was heaven). Because we were on a budget and Paris can be expensive, we only had a short period of time there. We purchased the four day museum pass and since I was determined to get our money's worth, we may have spent a significant amount of time in museums and art gallery's we weren't particularly interested in.
Looking at these pictures I've realized all of them, except the one of me walking, have a top tourist attraction in them. I'd love to go back and spend more time there, just wandering the streets taking pictures of everyday things and soaking in the atmosphere, with absolutely no where to go and no "sights" to see. It won't be for a while but I'm planning a trip, preferably an extended one with a few language classes involved, to France. For now I'll just listen to more French music and try to pick up a few words here and there.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Ghosts of Old Vancouver, a couple of ghosts haunt these spots. Though I haven't seen any myself, I do find it the perfect spot for a nice cup of tea and a good croissant, with the secluded courtyard serving up an atmosphere of intrigue and mystery.
Monday, May 21, 2012
There's something about drinking tea out of a real tea cup on a weekend afternoon that is much more enjoyable. It reminds me of afternoons drinking tea with my Grandmother. Talking about current events, complaining about public transportation and reminiscing about Vancouver when it still had trolley cars and my Grandma was the one hanging out at the Commodore Lanes.
We always drink Earl Grey. I'll drink three cups while she's still working on her first one. I'm usually on my second before hers is cool enough to drink. And we always have cookies, either Dad's oatmeal chocolate chip or shortbread. I didn't have any cookies today, but I didn't have any guests. It was just me having tea for one. Usually, I'll just drink tea out of a mug and I'll only make a cup, but there really is something about a traditional cup of tea that just tastes better. I'm going to start doing this more.