Well… we did it! After 13 years of food, fun and adventures, Q and I finally tied the knot!
I sometimes think it feels as though every Brit has some kind of tie to Cyprus; whether they’ve been themselves or know someone (who knows someone) who has moved out there. I first visited Cyprus when I was 13 years old and my parents loved it so much that we returned every year until I was all grown up and flew the nest. My parents continued to visit, toying with the idea of joining those people who’ve made the move to live there.
York is up there as one of my favourite cities in the UK. This place isn’t just steeped in history, it’s positively swimming in it. Nearly every building is old and quaint and lovely, the inner city is surrounded like by a giant stone wall, there’s ghost tours, there’s people dressed as Vikings, there’s tea shops where the staff wear frilly aprons and pubs that seem as old as time itself. Stepping into York is like stepping back in time.
On my most recent trip to Scotland (wedding planning sure is making it our second home!) the weather was less than pleasant. For most of our stay, what are usually stunning vistas over the mountains were misty veils of grey. We woke up each morning peering out from underneath the duvet, summoning the courage to brave the chill in the air. Not that it stopped us from getting out to experience what the highlands had to offer, no no: ‘The mountains are calling and I must go.” But it was on one particularly dreary day as we left the house to explore that I said, “Wow, I can’t wait to get home and sit by the fire with a glass of wine.”
I think you all know by now how much I love a country get away. The older I get the more appealing it is to me, the idea of owning a cosy little place in the middle of nowhere. Q and I have already made retirement plans to own a small holding when we grow old! But until then, it seems only right to stay in the city (I’m still young after all!) and get my country kicks on the weekend.
Amid the cold weather, diets, soft drinks and dry bank balances there’s a little glimmer of January fun for yours truly… it’s my birthday!
Ah Christmas, the whirlwind of family, fun and feasts… and as much of it all as you can possibly cram into just a few fleeting days!
As if I hadn’t heard about it enough over the last few months, the end of the world happened recently.
Q turned 30.
On this day, we took on The Grind.
Over a third of Vancouver’s population is East Asian and as a result the vast majority of restaurants in the city are Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese and Korean cuisine. It’s basically heaven for anyone who loves their noodles/rice/sushi and of course like Q and I… dumplings!