August was a bit of a stressful month for me and my family as I had some problems with my house in Leeds. I hope things are now on their way to being sorted out but would like to start this month's blog by thanking my parents for their ongoing support and assistance as well as Chris for his sound counsel. Anne, Charlotte, Janet, Jess, Jude, Peter and Rose have also been great in offering both practical help and emotional support - thank you. It has been greatly appreciated. Note to self - being an overseas landlord is not the easiest when things don't go quite as smoothly as you'd hope. Anyway, I really hope this particular drama will be fully resolved soon although I suspect the efforts to recoup my financial losses may drag on somewhat. You would not believe what chaos can ensue all because of a little puddy cat!
Anyway, September has proven to be a better month all round. The tail end of summer appears to be petering out and the days are becoming crisper and chillier - I'm back in socks once more!
Before the autumn weather descended, however, I was able to enjoy a couple of foodie treats. The first being a day at Supperworks, a kind of communal kitchen whereby you pay a fixed amount, all the ingredients and recipes are provided and you batch cook your meals for the month. I had got a coupon to try this out and had great fun cooking away knowing that I had zero cleaning up to do!
I'm not sure if the North American trend for food trucks has hit the rest of the world yet but it's the latest gastro-trend on this side of the pond. We're not talking the local chip or ice cream van parking on the corner but rather gourmet catering delivered out of the back of a truck. Many of the trucks have something of a cult following and people track the trucks' whereabouts using social media tools such as Facebook and Twitter. A few weeks ago the trucks decided to get together and had a foodie pow wow at the Distillery District, close to my building. The lines of people queuing up for bison burgers, cupcakes and various types of tacos were huge. I settled on a quinoa salad made with lime, avocado, black beans, tomatoes and chili - it was delicious!
Also in my local area was one of my favorite Toronto festivals, Buskerfest. Buskers from all over the world attend the event in aid of Epilepsy Toronto and perform there acts over three days. This year there were skateboarders jumping through hoops, contortionists, clowns and acrobats to entertain. For a few donated bucks, it really is a fun event...and the face painting's pretty good, too.
The Distillery District borders an area of Toronto called the Portlands, which is currently sparking something of a controversy here in Toronto due to the plans proposed by our current mayor and his brother (aka Tweedledum and Tweedledee). However, I trundled off to this part of town, currently occupied by film studios, docks and the city dump to see one of the most spectacular theatrical events I've ever seen. Cirque du Soleil is one of Canada's gifts to the world of entertainment and I was delighted to see Totem, their new production, along with two of my friends. The company combine the very best of circus performance with the most amazing sets, costumes, lighting and music. I loved every second.
Culture has been high on the agenda of late as September is the month that TIFF hits Toronto. TIFF is the Toronto International Film Festival and a highlight of many movie makers' and movie stars' year. The city goes crazy with celebrities, red carpet premieres and paparazzi everywhere. This year I decided not to volunteer due to work commitments and because I had a visitor, Jude, here. However, we saw a number of films - my favourite being Salmon Fishing in the Yemen starring Ewan McGregor, Emily Blunt and Kristin Scott Thomas although The Lady about Aung San Suu Kyi was excellent, too.
We also managed to catch a few celebrities as they opened their various movies. I swooned over George Clooney and, for the second time in my life, found myself two feet away from one of my movie-star pin ups. I'm sure he smiled when I yelled out in a very high-pitched voice, "George, I love you!"
On that note, I shall sign off. With thoughts of Gorgeous George lingering I'm sure to have sweet dreams tonight!
July is my birthday month and I had a nice celebratory evening out taking advantage of Toronto's Summerlicious event whereby local restaurants offer reduced price meals to entice diners to try their offerings. I also had an enjoyable day later that week as my department celebrated our achievements together with a day out to the Toronto Islands. The sun shone and we had a lovely Mexican barbecue at the Ward's Island Clubhouse.
My Web Marketing course also came to an end this month and culminated in an exam...my first in years! I won't know the results for a while but have thoroughly enjoyed the course learning more about Social Media and using the online environment for business. It was enjoyable being a student again and a very stimulating course.
The weather has been great over the past month and was in fact, too hot, for a few days. Some of the highest temperatures for fifty years were reached and we all melted as the humidity peaked. It was so hot that my air conditioning struggled to cope and eventually packed in! Fortunately, the heatwave has now broken and although it's still hot, it's not quite so unbearable...and my air con is now fixed.
The hot weather has, however, made for great opportunities to enjoy the summer outdoor events in the city and surrounding areas such as a picnic in High Park followed by a performance of Shakespeare's A Winter's Tale in the outdoor amphitheatre.
Some friends and I also headed out of the city to a place called Grand River, about two hours west of Toronto. We ended up on the Six Nations Reserve, home to the local Native community. We had a super day watching a Pow Wow celebration with Native American dancers from all over the continent. It was such a colourful event but how they coped with their heavy costumes in the heat, I have no idea!
Last weekend was a long weekend here in Canada so given the weak US dollar, my friend and I decided to go on a roadtrip into the States. We set off before dawn and headed for the border. Ten hours driving later we arrived in Philladelphia, the city of brotherly love. We hopped on a quick sightseeing tour of the city taking in the Liberty Bell, and then decided we need sustenance in the form of cocktails and a Philly Cheesesteak. I have to say this particular local delicacy was not the most sophisticated I've had in terms of regional cuisine but it tasted pretty good!
The next day, we had a super morning at the very impressive Philladelphia Museum of Art, which had both some super collections and stunning architecture. Perhaps you might know it as it is where the steps Sylvester Stallone ran up for exercise in the movie Rocky are? There is even a statue commemorating old Sly at the base of the steps!
In the afternoon, we headed West towards the Pennsylvania Dutch country and ended up in a town called Intercourse, which amused me highly! Intercourse was actually used as a location for the film Witness, starring Harrison Ford. Being a Sunday, it was fairly quiet as the local Amish stores were all closed but we saw a large group of their youth enjoying a very wholesome volleyball competition as we entered the town. Their horses and buggies were all lined up alongside the road. We went out for a ride in the fields ourselves and learned more about the Amish way of life before enjoying a shared-table traditional Amish meal, which was very tasty. I particularly liked the Shoo-fly Pie!
Later in the evening we went from one extreme to another when we hit the town of Hershey, named after the factory located there. Hershey is dubbed 'The Sweetest Place on Earth' and is now overrun by families with kids on a sugar-high who are going crazy for the chocolate Kisses and Hershey's Chocolate World theme park located there. It was sheer insanity but pure genius in terms of mass merchandising. We were there at 9:30pm at night so goodness knows what it's like in the middle of the day!
On our last day we hit the outlet centres to take advantage of the low US dollar and then headed north through the middle of Pennsylvania and the state of New York before hitting the rather long line of traffic waiting to get back into Canada.
This weekend, I was lucky enough to get out on the water. I had a really enjoyable afternoon sailing on Lake Ontario. I feel summer is not complete unless I get at least one day's sailing in. I'd love to be out there more often. Hopefully, next year finances and time will permit this more.
Anyway, in honour of Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher (aka Princess Leia), who I also saw in her one-woman show, Wishful Drinking, this month: "May the force be with you!"
Earlier this month Toronto had a taste of my homeland. No, it wasn't Will and Kate - they snubbed Toronto on their recent visit to Canada but it was a slice of Yorkshire playing at a specially built theatre across the railway tracks downtown. E. Nesbit's The Railway Children, set in Yorkshire, was staged as a play and I had the pleasure of seeing this very innovative and enjoyable show. I've always loved the story of the three children forced to move 'up North' out of family shame at their father's imprisonment and their subsequent antics along the railway line. I know kids shouldn't play along railway lines but I've always enjoyed the tales of Bobby and her siblings escapades and heroism. This production was very well staged with a real railway track being used to create a moving stage. The highlight, however, was when a real steam train pulled in to theatre!
Toronto's summer festival season kicked off in style this year with the Luminato festival and I was delighted to be able to see my favourite Canadian songstress for free one gorgeous Friday evening. K.D.Lang played an excellent set including many old favourites re-worked with a new twist. However, the show-stopper was her magical performance of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah. The guy next to me went to pieces and there was hardly a dry eye to be had around me. That girl sure can sing!
A girl that sure can cook is Wanda Beaver - yes, that is her real name! Somewhat appropriate for a Canadian. Wanda is a pie-maker and runs a Toronto institution, Wanda's Pie in the Sky bakery and cafe. My foodie friend and Guardian.co.uk contributor, Giulia, and I went along one evening to learn Wanda's secrets to the perfect pie. Wanda showed us how to make sour cherry pie and instructed us on the need to have all the ingredients cold, to work quickly but, most importantly, to savour the results. This, we happily did, and my favourite pie of the three we sampled was the pecan and maple syrup pie...truly scrumptious!
Also this month, I had to go on another business trip. This time I jetted across the Pacific to South Korea for a week. This was my fourth visit to the Korean peninsula but the first time I've been beyond the South Korean capital, Seoul. My first few days were spent in Seoul but then I headed south the city of Jeonju in Jelloabuk-do province. My trip included various meetings with staff at the Offices of Education in Seoul and Jeonju, meetings with educational agents, a couple of university visits, presentations to prospective students and meetings with former staff and students of the English Language Program. It was a hectic week but I managed to grab an hour or so in soggy Jeonju (it's rainy season in Korea at present) to explore the traditional Hanok village behind my Korean-style Fawlty Towers hotel. This village has been preserved and houses a very ornately decorated temple as well as traditional craft museums. I enjoyed watching the traditional Hanji paper being made.
Jelloabuk-do is well known for its special food dish, bibimbap. The word means 'mixed meal'. It's basically a metal bowl filled with warm rice and topped with a multitude of vegetable ingredients, seaweed, some meat (usually ground beef), chilli paste and topped off with an egg. Just before eating you mix all the ingredients together and kind of mash it up. My mum always used to tell me off for playing with my food so I think I get a kick out of being able to do this and it being 'the done thing'! I enjoyed the various versions of the dish I sampled during my stay and was also treated to a family-style barbecue night in the countryside. This was very enjoyable apart from the dastardly mosquitoes that decided to attack me. I hate, hate, hate mosquitoes with a passion!
It's been good to escape the evil critters and get back to Toronto which is now dry and very hot. The newly developed man-made beach close to my home is now my favourite local hang-out and I suspect I shall be spending quite a bit of time at Sugar Beach (next to the Redpath sugar refinery) this summer watching the boats go by. I love this time of year in Toronto!
It feels like quite some time since I last updated my blog but I guess I've been rather busy with one thing or another!
May began with the Hot Docs documentary film festival, which I enjoyed very much. Documentary film-makers from all over the world submit their films to play before the public but also industry execs in the hope of getting picked up for wider release. This year I saw a wide range of films from one about being a single woman 'Lovable' to one about Donald Trump's golf course on the coast of Scotland, 'You've Been Trumped'. Then there was there one about the racist British National Party, 'Battle for Barking' and the gender reassignment of Chastity Bono in 'Becoming Chaz'. However, my favourite was 'Being Elmo' about the puppeteer behind Elmo from Sesame Street - it was a delightful film about a fascinating journey and it, quite simply, made you smile!
A week later I also saw Leonard Bernstein's 'Candide' as part of the Toronto Jewish Film Festival. Toronto is not short on film festivals. There are 55 annually.
In May, I started a new course. I'm studying Web Marketing part-time in the evenings at the University of Toronto and am finding it very interesting so far, in a nerdy kind of way. I'm now tweeting more and have launched my first Google ads campaign at work. It's also feeding in to the website re-development work I'm currently involved in so most of the things I'm learning about are being applied.
Towards the end of May, a couple of friends and I decided to take advantage of the Victoria Day long weekend and head south across the border. We embarked on a rather epic 12 hour Megabus trip to Washington DC, although the way back was longer at 15 hours due to border delays. At $80 round-trip we didn't complain too much though! We also managed to get a great deal on the very conveniently-located JW Marriott hotel and then spent three gloriously sunny and hot days exploring the US capital.
Our first, and indeed final, stop of the weekend was a hangout of many a politico, the Old Ebbitt Grill, where apparently President Obama sometimes sneaks in via the kitchens. It was certainly packed and served fare that satisfied us let alone global leaders. They were too busy hanging out on the lawn of The White House next door, and although we missed the press call, we did see Prime Minister Netanyahu's motorcade being swept under shielding marquees outside the Israeli embassy. I'm sure I also saw Marine One fly overhead to pick up the O'bamas (sic) as they embarked on their tour of Ireland. Unfortunately, Michelle wasn't to be seen tending her vegetable patch but we were impressed by her bee hives.
Our weekend was packed full of museum visits as Washington really does have a wonderful collection, many of which are free. The Smithsonian National Museum of American History was our first stop and I particularly enjoyed seeing the First Ladies' dresses, Dorothy's Red Slippers, Jacko's Hat and, of course, an original Kermit the Frog! We also enjoyed a delicious and interesting Native American meal at the Mitsitam Cafe in the Smithsonian National Museum of the American Indian. My favourite museum we visited, however, was the Newseum and we spent a good few hours here looking at all the fascinating exhibits on the Berlin Wall, photojournalism, Hurricane Katrina, 9/11 and historic front pages.
On the Saturday, Giulia, Darlene and myself indulged ourselves by having a delicious chocolate-themed brunch at Coco Sala - it really was a chocolate lover's delight! We felt obliged to walk off our excesses though and took a couple of excellent walking tours - one around the Washington monuments at night and another around the rather lovely Georgetown area, where we saw the homes of such notables as the Kennedy's and the cookery writer, Julia Childs. All in all, we had a super time and, yet again, the US cities have scored highly with me!
The week before last I had another trip. This time for work. I attended the NAFSA conference for international educators in Vancouver. It was a huge conference of 10,000 people from all over the world. The exhibition hall alone took me two days to walk round. Many universities from all over the world have stands and it's basically an opportunity for them to meet their partners and potential partners. I was kept busy with meetings, seminars and various evening receptions to attend. The conference was held at the new Vancouver Convention Centre, which was built for the Winter Olympics last year. It's a huge eco-friendly building with a green roof and I was very impressed by its design.
Vancouver was heaving with both conference attendees and ice hockey fans. For those of you who may not know the significance of the Stanley Cup play-offs that were taking place between the Vancouver Canucks and the Boston Bruins that week, it's kind of like the World Cup is to the rest of the world, except for ice hockey. When the Canucks won the second match of the series, I thought I'd go deaf with the noise that erupted!
Mind you, I'd rather that than something worse as I so nearly encountered on my arrival in the city. As I came out of a subway station, I saw that the area was cordoned off by police and there were crowds of people looking towards a gentleman who appeared to be waving a long stick close to an abandoned bus. It turns out this was a sword and just as I turned the corner, he came running in my direction shouting "I hate you all!" The next thing I knew, I heard gun shots. I just turned and ran into the nearest building. I was quite shocked by how many people ran towards the shooting with their smartphones taking pictures! Gradually, I think people realized the seriousness and also started to retreat. A few moments later, we heard the police had got the chap. They'd tried to shoot him with rubber bullets and taser him but both methods had failed. As I emerged from the building I just saw about 20 police officers on top of him. I'm thankful no-one was hurt but it did make the evening news. A bit of a shocker all round but the Vancouver police did an excellent job.
My fright did not affect the rest of the week and I was staying on the North Vancover shore so travelled by sea bus to work everyday - it was a lovely way to commute. Vancouver is famous for its tendency to be grey and rainy but, luckily, only a couple of days were like that as the city is in a very beautiful setting. I stayed an extra day after the conference finished and had a super time sightseeing in the sunshine. I managed to see Stanley Park, the Vancouver Aquarium and its amazing beluga whales, Klahowya Village, Granville Island market, the Capilano Suspension Bridge and cliff walk plus the stunningly beautiful view from Grouse Mountain, where the grizzly bears were snoozing and the kids were still snowboarding...in June.
Summer is now here and we hit 40 degrees with humidity one day in Toronto last week. There've been a lot of storms and a few tornadoes have touched down north and west of the city but, thankfully, nothing like the devastation this season has wreaked south of the border. The view of lightening hitting the CN Tower has been quite a spectacular sight though.
Life continues to be action-packed and exciting here in North America!
It seems spring may finally have arrived in Toronto although I keep being warned to expect one final wintry blast to hit unexpectedly. The trees are beginning to green up and I can even see some daffodils poking out in the community garden below my window. It looks like April showers may indeed lead to May flowers.
We are a bit behind the glorious blooming I saw on my recent trip back to the country of my birth where spring showing her glory in full force with blossom, greenery and flowers abound all basking in glorious sunshine. Britain was experiencing something of a heatwave and during my 10-day visit, I was lucky enough to experience almost constant sunshine and temperatures in the 20s. I even got sunburnt (with factor 30 suncream on) and ended up peeling...not even the Caribbean at Christmas did that to me!!
I had a super visit back to Leeds and stayed with my parents in their house/construction zone. As you may recall, my parent's home was flooded at Christmas and they are now emerging from four months of building and decorating work as the entire house has had to be renovated and put right. It's not quite there yet but the signs are certainly there that it is nearing completion with some rooms almost complete. Tiles and wallpaper are now going up on the walls. It's going to be great when it's all finished and I certainly loved my new guest room sleeping soundly in the new bed.
Unfortunately, my parents were both quite ill with a nasty cough/cold, probably not aided by the dust, but they were in good spirits and it was lovely to spend some quality time with them. Mum and I had a couple of good days out shopping and lunching in Leeds and Harrogate. We enjoyed our homage to Bettys Tea Rooms and spent a lovely afternoon at the Turkish baths in Harrogate Spa.
I also went along with my dad to his Photographic Society evening about China and, together, we all enjoyed a family night out at Jamie Oliver's Italian restaurant that has now opened in Leeds.
During the week, it was great to also catch up with various friends as we sampled the pubs, restaurants and fishy manicure parlours of Leeds and Tewkesbury. A highlight for me was spending an afternoon in the sunshine with my gorgeous godson and his family - he, along with all my friend's kids, is growing up fast! [Tip: Turn speakers on]
The main reason for heading back to England this Easter was to be there to celebrate my granny's 90th birthday. We had a really nice meal at a hotel in Ilkley, on the moor overlooking the Yorkshire countryside. The sun shone and is was nice to be able to share in this special occasion.
I headed back to Toronto with bulging suitcases, mainly due to the large quantity of clothes and shoes that I'd purchased. I got charged fifty pounds excess but I like to think I'd been doing my bit to aid the British economy!
The Brit-themed month has continued to reign large with Friday's Royal Wedding being broadcast in almost every form of media. I have to admit to rolling out of bed at 5:30am to watch the proceedings...kind of like an annoying scratch I had to itch! Here 'in the colonies', we had to go to work though - no public holiday for us, which I think is most unfair as we also pay taxes towards the royal family's upkeep. Canadians seemed to be on a par for the level of excitement (or not) about the whole event and I was amused by a colleague who turned up to work in a full wedding outfit complete with fascinator!
I used the event as an excuse to have a tongue-in-cheek Royal Aftermath Tea Party for my female friends (ladies-in-waiting). It was a lot of fun and we all ate and drank for Canada and the UK! The food was all royal themed with Coronation chicken, Welsh cakes, Prince William's chocolate biscuit cakes, red velvet cupcakes, lady's (ring) finger tiramisu, jewel salad, BuckingHAM sandwiches, Eton Mess and Duchy shortbread all on the menu. There was a game of pin-the-tail-on-the-corgi and my ladies-in-waiting were all presented with gold crowns to wear. Stella, our honorary corgi, even came with her pearls and hat on! As my friend Darlene commented, there were "more union jacks than a crumpet factory has crumpets," and, all in all, it was a right royal knees up! [Tip: Turn speakers on]
After a lovely break in Mexico at the start of this month, it was time to return to the Great White North (Canada) and start my new job. I'm back at the University of Toronto and have a new role as International Marketing Manager for the English Language Program at the School of Continuing Studies. It's great to be working at one of the world's top 20 universities alongside my former colleagues again and I'm really enjoying my new role as I have some interesting projects on the go. I also love the fact I can be home in under 30 minutes and can go out on week nights once more without being completely exhausted. Three hours a day spent on public transport in my previous job was not good for my social life! My only complaint is that, yet again, I have an office with no windows. What is it with these architects of education buildings who thought it was a good idea to build in concrete with no windows above ground level?
My former boss from the University of Leeds, Rosemary, was in town this month, along with her partner, David. They spend half the year in Canada and half the year in the UK so popped in while staying in Toronto for a few days. We had a lovely afternoon catching up and sharing our experiences on how to keep warm during a Canadian winter.
Another familiar face from Leeds visited me this month. My friend and former colleague, Judith, came to stay for the second time in the past year. It was nice to see her and she appeared to have a good time as she hit the ice rink and toured the city sights. One highlight was that we entered a lottery draw to get last minute tickets for the second night of Elton John's musical, Billy Elliot, and won. Although we missed seeing Elton in his tutu on the first night, we really enjoyed the second night. The show was superb and the child actors were really impressive. I particularly enjoyed the feel of northern England even if it sent me back to darker days in the North's history. The Canadian actors managed to give the Geordie accent a reasonable stab although, in my non-expert opinion, I did detect that there were a few slips. I actually had a twinge of homesickness...just a little one.
Later in the week, we headed north ourselves, although it was just three hours north of the city. Along with some of my other friends, we spent a wonderful weekend on the edge of Algonquin Provincial Park at the same log cabin I visited for Canadian Thanksgiving last October. We spent three days there this time and the place had a totally different feel given the change in seasons.
Heavy snow fell over the weekend and Surprise Lake was completely frozen. We took the opportunity to explore the lake and surrounding hills by snow shoes and cross-country skis. This was a whole new experience for me. Whilst I've done plenty of downhill skiing, I'd never tried either of these sports before. I enjoyed the snow-shoeing very much but think next time I'll stick to the flat and gentle slopes. Our guides took us up an almost vertical hill climb, which was no easy feat, particularly for one of our party, who had a wrist in plaster. I struggled with the deeper powder as a broken snow-shoe meant I was sinking in up to my thigh. I think I may have pulled out a few trees as I tried to extricate myself. Much laughter was also had as we all descended a rather steep slope. Put it this way, I certainly had snow and ice in places that there really shouldn't be snow and ice!
Unfortunately, I'd also developed a nasty chest infection and laryngitis so this limited me for the rest of the weekend. I did take part in a quick ski across the lake and a bit of inukshuk building at night, but enjoying the cozy warmth of the cabin and sauna was where I wanted to be most of the very relaxing weekend.
We had a bit of trouble leaving on the Sunday as we were snowed in and although we made an attempt to dig ourselves out, we were eventually forced to call in a private snow-plough to clear a path out to the main road. The drive out, however, was very picturesque (no need for speakers with this one - in fact, it's better without!):
As winter set in and the temperatures plummeted to -30 degrees centigrade (i.e. very, very cold), I decided that I had to make an effort to embrace traditional Canadian winter sports. My friend Liezel and I decided we both fancied ice skating. In our efforts to become the next Jayne Torvil (British Olympic figure skater) and Joannie Rochette (Canadian Olympic figure skater) we thought it would be a good idea to take some lessons given that neither of us had been on the ice much in our lifetimes and Canadians seem to be born with an inherent ability to skate (although I've since been told that is completely false!).
We booked ourselves on to a Sunday morning course at the Harbourfront and were blessed with glorious sunshine at the rink, which overlooks Lake Ontario. I was very anxious as the rink had no sides and started to panic about what I could hold on to. This was before the "battle of the boots" began. As some of you know, I have rather large feet...but they are a woman's feet, not a man's...and there is a difference in shape. This means that when it comes to ice skates, it was a struggle to find any to fit and, when they eventually did, I was hobbling around in pain before I'd even got on the ice due to my high arches having no support. It didn't help that I'd taken 15 minutes to try and pull them as tight as possible but was still flailing around with 'flappy' ankles feeling very unstable as soon as I ventured out onto the frozen stuff. Fortunately, my instructor took pity on me and I felt like a toddler again as I sat on the side of the children's 'pond' having my boots tied.
Sheer terror does not begin to describe the hour-long lesson - my whole body became rigid with fear of coming face to face with the ice. However, I survived without falling and was quite proud of the fact I was able to do the hokeycokey dance without wobbling over! I certainly wasn't the best but wasn't the worst either with one of my fellow non-Canadian classmates doing a very good 'baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time'impression for the whole hour.
The next week Liezel and I both ventured out again watched from the fire-pit by Liezel's chap, who seemed to find our ice-capades quite amusing. Our instructors decided we were all looking at our skates too much so after a pretty abysmal attempt at trying to make us skate backwards (!), decided we had to play a game of moving catch. We did quite well at this and for the first time, I felt myself relax. Bad move! I attempted a rather flashy stop move and the next thing I knew was crashing towards the floor with a rather large thud. My head hit the ice and my helmet (they made us wear them - quite sensibly) shot forward crunching on to my nose. Ow!! The instructors raced over and were asking me my name to check I wasn't concussed...fortunately, I got that right...but then they started asking me their names. I hadn't got a clue! It was at that point I realized that perhaps learning to skate at the ripe old age of 38 surrounded by 3-year-olds that bounce and can remember names, may not be the most sensible thing! Thankfully, despite a lot of aching, nothing was seriously damaged and I avoided the black eyes we all anticipated might appear.
As I was slightly black and blue on my rear end, I decided that adding a bit of colour to my life was a good plan. Along with a couple of friends, I went along to an event called Art Battle.
I had no idea what to expect but it turned out to be a fun and interesting night out. The basic premise is that people turn up at a venue. Some of the audience are artists and some are not. All are invited to participate. Four names are drawn at random and these people are give an easel, a canvas, some oil paint, tools and brushes as well as an apron. The 'painters' have twenty minutes to create a masterpiece. During this time the audience, most of whom had beers in hand, circulates to the sounds of a DJ. The audience has no idea who is a 'real' artist although in some cases it became clear. At the end of the round, the audience votes for their favourite painting and the winner is announced. Another round ensues followed by the final. The paintings are later auctioned off. It was really interesting to see the different ideas, approaches and skill of each artist.
January was a month of change for me as I decided to quit my job as I had landed myself a new one back at the University of Toronto. I left my position at York University and, to be honest, was not sorry to say goodbye to the 3 hours spent on public transport each day. My lovely team gave me a nice send off though and they will be missed. As an unexpected bonus, I had accrued some vacation so was 'forced' to take another holiday!
I booked myself a week in Mexico and headed south to warmer climes once more. I flew to the Yucatan and had a nice week in the sunshine and +30 degree temperatures pootling around some places I'd previously visited in my student days when my friend Jo was living in Merida.
I took a great one-day cooking class at Los Dos Cooking School and learned a lot about Yucatecan food, making my own tortillas and tasting the chili of all chili's - the habenero! The course was held in a beautifully renovated house and one of the highlights was our trip to the colourful market.
I also spent a couple of days visiting the splendid Mayan ruins at Uxmal and Chichen Itza, or, as I like to call it, Chicken Pizza! Most of the pyramids are no longer climbable but I was impressed by how much restoration had gone on in the last few years to rebuild some of the destroyed temples.
The end of the week was spent hanging out on the coast at Playa del Carmen and on the island of Cozumel. The beaches were great and the sea was the most amazing colour. All in all, a lovely break and nice to be outdoors in the warm sunshine before heading home to that feeling of walking down the street wondering if your eyeballs might start to freeze soon!
As the big freeze set in across the northern hemisphere, it seemed time to set off to warmer climes again. I headed south to the city of Miami and was delighted to meet up with my parents, who I hadn't seen since saying farewell to them at Manchester Airport a year ago. It was lovely to see them and we spent almost two and a half weeks together.
We met up at the Angler's Resort Hotel in Miami South Beach, which had been recommended by my good friend Dave, who works for Trailfinders in Dublin. We were not disappointed by the boutique-style hotel and enjoyed its location just set back from the main strip of Miami Beach's front.
Despite one day of torrential rain, we really enjoyed Miami and its summer-fun atmosphere. I particularly loved the art deco architecture that abounds. We also had an interesting tour of the city and saw many homes of the rich and famous such as Madonna, Elizabeth Taylor and Ricky Martin. We also came across the cemetery used to film Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'...I had an strange feeling I'd seen it before when we looked through the gates.
One highlight for all of us was dinner at Joe's Stone Crab restaurant. The restaurant has been open almost 100 years and we enjoyed a truly terrific meal in this busy Miami institution. We also had dinner at Gloria Estefan's beachfront Cuban restaurant, Lario's, as well as a great breakfast at the popular News Cafe, where we watched the interesting sights of bikini-clad roller-bladers and body-builders go by.
After three days acclimatizing, we headed north to Fort Lauderdale, where we joined our cruise ship, the Silver Spirit. Compared to many of the cruise ships we saw, she was quite titchy but she was a very lovely and luxurious home for two weeks. We gorged ourselves on the delicious food and enjoyed the amenities, particularly our favourite 'clams' at the back of the ship.
Our voyage took in a number of the Caribbean islands including Grand Turk (Turks & Caicos), St Lucia, Antigua, Bequia (St Vincent & the Grenadines), Barbados, St. Kitts, Tortola (British Virgin Islands) and Key West (Florida). We had a couple of days sailing on catamarans which we all enjoyed and seeing turtles swim in their natural habitat was great. Rough seas meant a few changes to the itinerary and the 'bad facelift brigade' as we nicknamed them were up in arms that we couldn't dock in St Barts for them to go designer shopping! Ho hum!
We had a great time overall and, as this video shows, my dad even let loose on the dancefloor, possibly as a result of the rum he'd consumed on the distillery tour earlier in the day?? (stick with this to the end - it's worth it, I promise!):
Sadly, my parents returned home to the UK to find an awful mess awaiting them. As a result of burst pipes and an imploded water tank, their house has been flooded from top to bottom. We are all very grateful to our friends, Rose and Chris, as well as our neighbours, who did a superb job rescuing what they could and bringing in plumbers and driers. It will be a big job to sort it all out but we are thankful to our friends for lessening the damage.
I am now back in snowy Toronto. It's a bit of a contrast to the sunny south but, nevertheless, pretty in its own way. I was highly amused yesterday as I saw the firefighters at the fire station next door having a barbecue...in minus 15 degree temperatures!!
Perhaps rather appropriately for the month leading up to Christmas, my life seems to have been taken up by cooking, shopping and doing things for kids. I have to say though that I have really been rather more of an observer than a participant.
Firstly, although I have had a bit of a baking spree, I really haven't been conjuring up amazing concoctions in the kitchen. I have, however, had a couple of encounters with British 'celebrity' chefs who have been in Toronto promoting their latest recipe books. Gordon Ramsay was my first encounter and, contrary to my expectations, was surprisingly charming. I blushed when he kissed me and enjoyed our brief flirtation in the cooking section of the local bookstore.
My next encounter was with someone who is certainly not a fan of Mr Ramsay's TV persona, Jamie Oliver. Jamie presented a live 'show' involving a Q 'n' A session plus a bit of cooking. He made recipes from his American cookbook including a cerviche recipe and taught us that it was important to take a piece of rosemary, rub it in the juices in the pan and "spank" our steak!
In between my dalliances with the culinary world, I was sent on a very important mission by my friend Jon. Jon's niece has been set a task of seeing where in the world her hand-crafted puppet, Flower the Owl, can fly to during the school year. Having already flown business class to Dubai, her next stop was Toronto and she stayed with me for a few days before flying to the top of the CN Tower and back down again. She has now winged her way to the Canadian east coast. It was a pleasure having her to stay en route though.
Toronto is feeling rather festive with trees, lights and Christmas stalls abound. The one thing that has been in short supply compared to the UK has been snow. I'm starting to wonder if the snow and I did a house swap when I moved here a year ago! We've had the odd coating but nothing like that seen in Europe. I may be speaking too soon but my new snow boots are still looking pristine.
I'm looking forward to the forthcoming festive season as I will get just over two weeks off work. I've not had more than four days off in a row this year (get the violins out!) so am very excited about having a complete break. I'm also looking forward to meeting up with my parents in Miami for a couple of days before we join a cruise ship to tour the Caribbean islands. We're just hoping for good weather and look forward to spending Christmas in the sun.
Whatever you and yours may be up to this year, I wish you all the very best and, as the Canadians say, hope you have 'Happy Holidays!' I just thought I'd share this flash mob event that took place recently here at a Canadian shopping mall given its festive theme:
Have a great Christmas and New Year everybody! Hope to catch up with you in 2011!
This month certainly seems to have been a very busy one indeed. It started off with a University of Leeds Alumni reception where I enjoyed canapes, Prosecco and reminiscing in the company of the Vice Chancellor, Prof. Michael Arthur. Sadly, I have since heard that one of my former colleagues, Susan Clayton, died unexpectedly this month. I dedicate this blog to her memory as she was always asking me about my latest travels and (mis-)adventures. She was a wonderful lady and will be missed greatly by both her colleagues and family.
Nuit Blanche At the beginning of October, my friend Zahra and I hit the streets of Toronto for a night of art. Nuit Blanche began at 6:57pm and ran through until sunrise. Being a light-weight, I only made it until around 2:00am. At various points around the city, art installations were staged and most allowed the public to interact with them. My highlights this year were the 29 voices singing in 29 different languages but all at the same time in XXIX. I also enjoyed visiting Toronto's secret subway station, not used officially these days but sometimes used as a film set. Here, there were some fibre-optic 'flowers' that seemed to light up and jiggle according to the amount of noise the audience made. I also thought Auto Lamp and Endgame were both interesting pieces. The city was buzzing and, despite long lines to see some of the pieces, it was great to see so many people appreciating the artworks.
Autumn, or Fall as it is known in Canada, is now here. There have even been reports of snow flurries in Toronto. Along with my friend, Janet, I decided to experience the fall colours in all their glory over the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend. We hired a car and headed about three hours north of the city to the edge of the Algonquin Provincial Park. We spent four days exploring this stunning area on foot and by canoe along with a few other intrepid voyageurs. Unfortunately, we didn't see any moose, bears or wolves but we did see evidence of them on our hikes. The log cabin we stayed in was gorgeous and we were fed extremely well during our stay. I particularly enjoyed our sunrise paddle and campfire breakfast but the night-time fireworks and star-gazing came a close second in terms of my favourite activities. Sitting on the dock watching the sunset was also a delight.
Having hardly been at home, it was time for yet another overseas business trip. This time to Thailand and Vietnam. I managed to tag a few days of vacation on to this trip and had a super time exploring the ruins of Angkhor Wat in Cambodia with my friend Peter. The temperature and humidity were very high but we had a great time exploring the various temples spread across the ancient Khmer lands. We also visited Tonle Sap lake and saw a floating village complete with floating churches, schools, basketball courts and pig pens. As the water levels shift, so does the village. This year, the rains have been heavy and the water levels were very high. We saw a great deal of flooding on our overland journey from Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City) to Bangkok, via Cambodia.
I had some meetings in Bangkok but managed to squeeze in some fun at the night-market, where I experienced a fish pedicure. Possibly the best, yet strangest, pedicure I've ever had. I placed my feet and legs in an aquarium full of tiny Garufa fish who for twenty minutes feasted on my dry skin. The result was silky smooth skin and, despite my fears, the experience was pain-free. It actually feels like tiny electric shocks and I was quite relived it wasn't too ticklish. However, I was quite panicked as I withdrew my feet from the aquarium only to find one little fishy still munching on my toe. As he realized he was no longer in his usual watery environment, he took a leap and landed on the floor between the floorboards. Fortunately, the owner of the 'fish salon' managed to rescue the little fishy who was safely returned to his fold and a fishy death due to my vanity was averted!
I was in Vietnam for a full week of education events hosted by the Canadian Embassy and enjoyed seeing snippets of Hanoi and Saigon again between various exhibitions, school visits, receptions and agent meetings. Hanoi was celebrating is 1000th birthday so was decked out with lanterns and looked very pretty. I managed a quick side-trip to the Mekhong Delta and spent the day observing the river people's way of life. We enjoyed a short cycle-ride around the villages and saw people fishing, producing honey, growing fruit and manufacturing coconut candy among other things.
I'm now back in Toronto and happy to be home. It's been a busy month but thoroughly enjoyable!
This month I've been on the road, partly the Silk Road, for work. I visited Russia, Turkey and Kazakhstan on my travels, which provided a welcome change from being in the office.
It's been over 20 years since my love affair with, and in, Russia first began. This was my fourth visit and I was still as awe-struck by the world's largest country as ever. Arriving in Moscow was fairly smooth and I managed to navigate the underground system, with my basic Russian reading skills, to reach my hotel. Moscow has the most amazing subway which exudes grandeur, artistic splendor and a host of chandeliers at almost every station. Some of the stations are simply stunning with mosaics, statues and carved pillars leading the way through the warren of tunnels.
I was in Moscow to attend an educational exhibition and have various business meetings. Around these, however, I managed to squeeze in a few hours of sightseeing. I hopped on the subway out to the Vernisazh Market on the edge of the city. Despite its theme park appearance, the sprawling market, with hidden levels, hosts hundreds of art, handicraft, antique and souvenir stalls. I spent a good few hours eyeing up soviet posters, Uzbek pottery, fake DVDs, fur hats, military regalia and matroyska dolls of every kind including one of the entire Obama family, complete with Bo the Portuguese water dog! Red Square also had to be paid homage to and although there was quite a lot of scaffolding, I said a cheery "Dras Vieche" to Lenin, snapped St Basil's and window-shopped in Gum, which is rather more upmarket than when I saw only cabbages and corsets on sale in the fairly empty shops in 1987. Moscow is now a city of consumer excess...I bet Lenin is turning in his wax!
Later in the week, I also flew up to St Petersburg for a whirlwind trip. I didn't get much chance to see beyond the hotel walls but squeezed in a quick walk down Nevsky Prospekt to the newly-restored Church of Our Saviour on Spilled Blood.
The middle part of my trip was spent in Istanbul, a city I lived in during the very late 90s. It, too, is developing rapidly and the new metro system has improved the traffic enormously but I was really impressed by all the renovation of its spectacular architecture, including the multi-million dollar refurbishment of the beautiful Pera Palace Hotel. Istanbul is the 2010 European Capital of Culture and was heaving with tourists enjoying the mid-September sunshine. I had a lot of meetings here but on my way to and from them caught glimpses of the city at its very best. I particularly enjoyed sampling the food. Turkish food, in my opinion, is one of the best cuisines in the world. I loved the pide (Turkish pizza), manti (Turkish ravioli in yoghurt), baklava, gozleme (Turkish stuffed pancakes), kebabs and dondurma (chewy ice cream). The ice cream sellers are hilarious with their amazing ice cream cone tricks to make both adults and children alike smile. I love travelling by ferry in Istanbul and it's truly one of the lovliest cities to look at from the water. My hotel, the Tunel Residence, was located in Beyoglu and had its own Turkish Hamam so I came away from the city both refreshed and clean!
The final part of my trip involved a visit to a new country for me: Kazakhstan. For those of you, like me, who may be scratching your head wondering where exactly this particular 'stan is, it's north of India and borders with China. I had no idea quite what to expect from Kazakhstan and visited two cities during my time there.
I landed in Almaty, at the base of the Tien Shan mountain range. It's a very green city with lots of trees and is famous for its apples along with being the economic centre of Kazakhstan. Behind the trees, however, Almaty feels very much like a decaying Soviet-style city and is in stark contrast to the other city I visited.
Astana is the new capital. I don't think I've ever visited such a weird city in my life. It's a city that appears to have simply landed in the middle of nowhere. It kind of did actually as the president simply decreed the capital be moved from Almaty to Astana about ten years ago. The best way to describe the place is to imagine those childrens' playmats that have roads and buildings drawn on so that children can drive toy cars on them. Then, think of architects on acid having free reign to create Lego constructions in strange futuristic shapes and plonk them on top. Voila! You have Astana. I can't say I warmed to the place but was very intrigued by the fact that everywhere in Kazakhstan seemed to be run by women. Where were all the men? My only guess, other than they'd been eaten by the women, was that they were in the west of the country working on the oil fields or behind the walls of all the giant government buildings.
I met some lovely people on my trip and was really delighted to meet up with a former Leeds colleague and good friend, Joanne, in Astana. Our paths crossed one evening and we had an enjoyable dinner together at a Georgian restaurant. I resisted the horsemeat platter but thoroughly enjoyed the chance to catch up.
It was with some relief that I finally left Kazakhstan as I had a bit of a nightmare at the airport and it was touch and go for about 30 minutes as to whether they were going to hold me in the country. Fortunately, I managed to persuade the Kazakh authorities that the fact I am British but live in Canada with a passport full of stamps does not make me a spy and that I really shouldn't be banished to the Siberian wastelands as so many before me.
Overall, it was an interesting and productive trip but seeing the CN Tower flashing from my window again is a lovely, familiar sight!
We also managed to catch a few celebrities as they opened their various movies. I swooned over George Clooney and, for the second time in my life, found myself two feet away from one of my movie-star pin ups. I'm sure he smiled when I yelled out in a very high-pitched voice, "George, I love you!"
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