Happy Canada Day

Wanted to wish everyone a Happy Canada Day!

And for some trivia, check out this link; 13 Things that Canadians Invented

Best & Worst Vacation

The lovely Blogtober14 prompt for today is Best and Worst Vacations.

If you take anything away from me, other than my love of champagne and books, is that I love to travel. I will jump at any opportunity to go to another country, immerse myself in the culture, and live. I get some people think I am just a city girl, but how many of you can say you've showered in a bucket before? Exactly.

Without further ado....

My BEST vacation:

I think my best vacation would have to be my 3 month foray in Thailand/Laos/Borneo with G. It was the first time travelling together, and we were in paradise. The beaches. The ocean. The heat. The monkeys. The orangutans. The snorkeling. The cheap food.  Loved it.

then...

Ghana. I have always wanted to go to Africa, and the chance of going to Ghana came up while I was working on my primatology degree. Loved it.

My WORST vacation:

This is a hard thing to come up with. I mean. I love travelling. I just love getting out and about, and I can't pinpoint any vacations that are the WORST. There are some trips that definitely had some low points.


1) In Laos when I got extremely sick.  maybe. Lesson learned: be cautious of street food. (Still loved the rest of Laos though, just not that day)

2) Krk,Croatia. Not the country. Not the company, you were awesome Jenn! The host.  Definitely the worst host ever. Made the time there a little tainted, so I'm glad we realized that and moved to better things that Croatia offered.

3) Las Vegas trip #2. I love the Vegas don't get me wrong.  But when there are too many people to coordinate things, it makes it suck. Especially when you aren't staying at the same hotel and feel obliged to do certain activities.

Happy St Patricks Day y'all!

I  wish I was out there drinking a beer; a green beer to be more accurate. Maybe even a Guinness, covered in shamrocks and random green paraphernalia. Actually no, I don't. I don't think my liver has fully recovered from binge drinking this weekend.  But...

This begs the question how did this saint appreciation day ever become synonymous with getting wasted?

Are we really that deprived of holidays in our society that we have to make one u p where it is okay to drink at noon, and not be judged? That we have a ready made excuse if we do something stupid on this 17^th day of March? “Oh honey, I didn’t mean to do that, but this little wee leprechaun whispered in my ear that it was a good idea to drink a pitcher of coloured altered beer.” Or is it just the good ol’ Irish looking for a holiday that makes the whole world appreciate them? Nationalism at its finest, if I do say so myself!

Or was this saint a drunkard to begin with, chasing those snakes out with a barrel of whiskey in his hand? Is Patrick rolling in his grave in disgust (which funny enough we will all be feeling like we belong in a grave the next day), or is he just happy that he’s at least being remembered and honored? I know that when I die, (even if I’m not canonized into a saint), if someone cheers and dedicates a whole day to me with the intentions of getting shittered, then I have lived a good life and I for one will be damn proud of it and be rolling in my grave having a jolly ol’ time.

 

So raise a glass, thank the good ol’ Irish for making this holiday fun.