One reason to not travel in 2019 is that so much has happened the past year that I have accumulated so many unsorted travel pictures. Above: sitting on the HP beach trying to decide whether to move to bermuda because I got 50% off on cyber monday
bermuda: 53 (just uploaded above)
gros morne: 71
hamilton ontario: 33
kyoto: 72 (just uploaded above)
half asleep on the bus dreaming of half a rainbow
Him: Is it raining outside?
Me: O let’s go for a womantic coffee date!
Toronto is one of those (slightly) dysfunctional places where a little rain creates little oceans around the curb. By the end of the coffee date, my shoes were in the same condition as that day when we walked around cape lookout along the Oregon Coast (see picture above).
As we sat outside Rooster Coffee drinking cortado (as always) watching the reflections of the headlights, a pink balloon floated across Jarvis Street.
i++ Rooster Coffee Jarvis
i++ Pink Balloon
i++ The Rain
i++ Little Oceans
i++ matcha coated wheatpuff
i++ double soy rice crackers
i++ set meal @ muji cafe
i++ new blue shoes!
i++ black soybean tea
i++ mini egg biscuits
i++ new blue shirt!
Getting dangerously close to 99 gotta clean closet!
In 2016, I celebrated my birthday at Black Sheep Inn and experienced a swirling sensation as we hiked the Quilotoa Loop. Our destination seemed well within reach but the path was obscured by the multitude of valleys between here and there. Then the low clouds came in and the lay of the land became even more mystifying.
In 2018, how shall I celebrate my birthday? Well, birthdays are about believing in magic and magic is especially important in February, which may feel like the darkest and coldest month.
Option A: mountaintop skating because everything is more magical on top of a mountain
Option B: finding the windiest spot in Toronto for kite flying because life is about having a long volatility strategy
Option C: watching the night sky and believing that the stars are perhaps fireflies hovering just out of reach
img src=Milliman Forum Nov 16, 2005 (wow twelve years) (trying to remember what it was like being twenty-two)
turning from Pacific Avenue unto Bloor Street
we saw the harvest moon rising
(here is a crappy snapshot)
(maybe too many people are posting too many beautiful photos)
grilled octopus + moscato @ bricco
(a note on notes of lychee
sometimes when I read this in a magazine
i wonder if it’s a nice way of saying smells like canned fruit
but this is the real thing)
armed n simcoe @ rainhard brewing
notes of real lychee
(simcoe may just be the most interesting hop in the world)
(best way to travel to japan without getting on an airplane)
(always a good way to start a long weekend)