It's been a few weeks since I've posted and the summer's been flying by, in a way that winter never seems to do. Nick is still working 5 or 6 days a week, but with the dry weather we've been having, the hours have been more reasonable (less grass to mow). His stamina tires me … Continue reading Triathlons and Tri-Colored Pups
Year: 2019
Joy and Gratitude Revisited
In what has become an annual tradition, Rob and Sue hosted us for a Canada Day weekend celebration at their cottage - 5 couples, 10 'kids' (most of whom are university age now), 2 happy dogs and one ticked-off cat. The weekend marked one year since we got the news that Nick was in remission. … Continue reading Joy and Gratitude Revisited
Settling back in
Nick and Sinead picked us up at the airport (once we'd located Ray's luggage which had once again taken a different flight). They had dinner waiting for us, complete with fresh flowers on the table, freshly-baked sourdough bread and homemade cookies for dessert. Lovely way to be welcomed home after a long travel day. We … Continue reading Settling back in
Barefoot in the Sand
For our final week in France, we stayed closer to home with no major adventures planned, but as the week drew to a close, Ray could resist no longer. He had to at least try to reach the summit of Pic d'Anie (8,225 feet), so he headed out for a final climb. He didn't quite make it … Continue reading Barefoot in the Sand
Mountain magic
La petite train d'Artouste, Europe's highest train, chugs along at an altitude of over 6,000 feet through the French Pyrenees. The narrow gauge railway was built in the 1920s, originally to provide access to hydro-electric power stations in the Ossau Valley. Today it's been converted to a tourist train. We had a clear, sunny day so we … Continue reading Mountain magic
Son, sand and surf
That's not a typo in the title. We're overdue for a Nick update. He made it through a tough first year of university - including the notorious Calc 2 class - and, starting in September, will be specializing in civil engineering. He's back in Ottawa now, looking for summer employment, doing odd jobs for neighbours, … Continue reading Son, sand and surf
When fantasy and reality collide
We've had a few days of rain so we haven't been getting out as much, but we made it to the coast last week to visit Bayonne, another city steeped in history. It also just happens to be the "chocolate capital of France". Bayonne's cathedral and cloister We also browsed the covered market and the … Continue reading When fantasy and reality collide
The caps of the snow-capped Pyrenees
Ray was planning a solo climb to the summit of Pic D'Orhy, at 2,017 metres (6,617 feet), so he was disappointed to learn that the starting point for the climb was at 1578 metres (5,177 feet), making it not quite as epic as he'd thought. Since that was a manageable elevation for me, we decided to … Continue reading The caps of the snow-capped Pyrenees
Pyrenees, peppers, picnics and phobias
Ray has cycled into town to pick up baguettes and pastries, while the cats and I lounge in the sun. Rain is forecast for the next four days, but we've made good use of the sunny days while we've had them. On day 1 of this lovely sunshine, Ray went for one of his solo … Continue reading Pyrenees, peppers, picnics and phobias
Well, that’s annoying.
When I moved to Sweden for university, and later to England for work, I received virtually identical talks about the four stages of culture shock. There's the honeymoon phase when everything is all wine and baguettes, then 'frustration', where you get annoyed because things aren't what you're used to or how you expect them to … Continue reading Well, that’s annoying.










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