So I spent years complaining about the Olympics, from the moment, or actually even before Vancouver won the bid. I also told everyone who would listen that I had every intention of spending the Olympics as far away from them as possible (such as their ancient birthplace Greece perhaps, or somewhere else summery and [...]
Hardly a European City. But my home away from Europe nonetheless. My home, in fact.
I am irrevocably a city girl, despite having lived half my life in a suburb and having spent all childhood holidays in the country.
The big city intruded into my consciousness slowly. It was the destination of birthday trips, [...]
…and speaking of crazy old ladies…
Today on the bus I saw a member of the Red Hat Society. She was…unmissable, in a bright purple suit, a eye-achingly red hat with purple flowers, and an equally bright red-hat brooch pinned to the suit declaring her allegiance. A glorious sight on a Saturday morning.
The Red [...]
I live on a mountain in a suburb not far from the city, but the fact that I commute there every weekday is a bit of a deterrant on the weekends. And suburbs are, dontcha know, boring. But last week, my American professor made the comment that one of the good and community-building [...]
Having recently here expressed my devotion to cities and city living, I surprisingly found myself in the home of some of my oldest and best memories, in a canoe on a smooth small lake surrounded by skeletal birches at the water level, and endless trees progressing up the hill.
I was at my grandparent’s home, in [...]