After 5 weeks volunteering in Africa, my mom and aunt ventured to Manhattan for an extended layover before heading home. We could not have been happier to have them. Jay and I are truly blessed to have such wonderful family who surround us, and I am extra lucky that I have a plethora of strong, confident, beautiful women who are always there to encourage, love and care for me.
Throughout the course of week we ate a lot. We walked a lot. We lunched a lot. We talked a lot. Making it the greatest week ever. Whether we were nibbling biscotti at the Hungarian Pastry Shop or sipping locally roasted coffee at Irving Farm the time spent was perfect. However, the event that tops our charts as the best thing we did has to be spending a beautiful sunning morning pedaling around the entirety of Central Park. We nabbed some Citi bikes at Columbus circle and set off from there, taking breaks to check out the Boathouse, Strawberry Fields, the reservoir and the Plaza Hotel (where Jay and I got to reminisce about our first visit to NYC together and our stay there). I highly recommend this adventure if you have the time in your jam packed manhattan itinerary.
Today we tucked them into a cab, shed a handful of tears saying our goodbyes and then they were off. We are so thankful that they took the time to come explore our city with us. They filled our hearts (and our cupboards). Now we are excitingly waiting for Jay’s family to arrive at the start of next week.
But the real question to all of you is whose’s coming for a visit next?
I am sitting here on my mom’s couch (American Translation: Sofa), not even having left the west coast yet, already going through a bout of recurring homesickness. I will miss the people and I will miss the beauty. However, during our time here I have come to realize just how spectacular and uniquely special it is that Jay and I get to call two very dynamic, wonderful cities home. I am in love with New York for all the bustle and activity it offers that Victoria doesn’t, while I cherish Victoria for all the charm, relaxed island pace and warmth that New York misses.
Continue reading “Home is Where the Heart is”
We have enjoyed two Thanksgivings this year (it is okay to be jealous. It meant two scrumptious roast dinners for us). In October, my mom was in the city and I whipped up a pared down version of Canadian Thanksgiving in our pint sized apartment oven. Even with a little less grandeur than the Thanksgiving meals I have prepared in the past, it was so nice to have at least one of our loved ones with us.
For American Thanksgiving we had my step mom, Jenni, in town , as well as an abundance of amazing, new friends. We were so Thankful to have Jenni here to stay with us. We spent the week before thanksgiving with her exploring the city and taking in as many Christmas and Thanksgiving related activities we could. I have yet to find another city that does the holidays quite as spectacularly as New York. So, here is a look into our first American Thanksgiving and the incredible people who made it the wonderful time it was.
(My apologies in advance because the photos are terrible. I was too busy having fun to carefully capture many of the moments but hopefully these will suffice to give you a glimpse into our festivities.) Continue reading “Friendsgiving: Our First American Thanksgiving”