Top 20 of 2014

It’s funny the differences in culture from Canada to the United States. If you look on my Facebook you’ll see a difference between my friends from the United States and my friends I’ve made abroad. My friends in the States are posting about their office jobs, husbands, and kids. My friends here in Canada and abroad are posting about the perks of travelling, photos of their latest adventure, and where they’re off to next.

I’m not saying one is better than the other. When I was little I told my mom I wanted to travel around the world, but I then that idea faded like most childhood fantasies. Then I grew up and I thought all I wanted was to settle down and raise a family in a nice little house in the suburbs.  But by accident I changed.  I never planned on being on my own, but last year I set off by myself for the first time just to take a few weeks to think about the current state of my life and I never went back.

My mother keeps saying I need to stop and settle down. That I'm Peter Pan. I'm not though. In my previous life I was spoiled and I never did anything on my own including pumping gas or paying a phone bill, not because I have a rich family, but I was sheltered. I'm more grown up, fearless and responsible now than I've been in my entire life.  One day when I settle down, I won't have the freedom or the ability to do what I am doing now. And when my last day and my last breath comes will I regret all the places I never saw, or be thankful for all the beauty in the world that I did get to see? Option number two please.

It is all of this that came into mind on my walk to work today. My mind is a battlefield of in which on one side I want to be home to give my mommy all the things I promised when I was 10, such as a stone house by a river and a house full of grandkids vs. seeing and experiencing the world. Remembering what I've managed to do in one year though reminds me why I'm just not ready to come home yet. So here is my year summed up in 20 highlights.

1. Snow tubing

Mt. Norquay, Alberta

 

2. Dog Sledding

Canmore, Alberta

3. Walking on rivers and lakes 

Lake Louise, Alberta
 

 

 4. Hockey games!

 

5. Montreal, Quebec

It's a spa, on a boat!

 

6. Quebec City, Quebec

 

7. Vancouver, British Columbia

 

 

9. Working on a lavender farm and winery

And learning how to mow the lawn and ride a tractor

10. Tofino, British Columbia

Seeing whales, riding on a sea plane AND attempting to surf.

 

11. Hiking

 

12. Drumheller, Alberta

Where the dinosaurs are

13. Canoeing  

 

14. Camping

And got to hang out with horses

 

15. Petted wolf dogs

 

16. Columbia Icefield, Alberta

And stood on the Athabasca Glacier,
and rode in the only snow coaches available anywhere besides Antarctica

 

17. Toronto, Ontario

 

 

18. Ottawa, Ontario - The capitol of Canada!

 

 

19. Niagara Falls, Ontario

 

20. Went snowboarding

 

 

Greetings from Banff!

So after all those adventures I headed back to Banff, and got a job. The adjustment from traveller to office employee was a bit difficult after 7 weeks of freedom. Getting the job was the easy part. I arrived back in Banff on a Sunday, had an interview Monday, and was hired on Tuesday. The two weeks of sitting around until my start date were a little bit hard. I had gotten use to being in new places every few days and exploring, to sitting around in a town that every street corner was already engrained into my being, and it was hard to not find the familiarity boring.

Although I wasn't looking forward to ending my journey, just like Wendy in Neverland, it was time for me to head home. I had done the journey from Vancouver to Banff last year on a 13 hour, overnight, Greyhound bus ride, but I opted to pay double the price, and double my days getting there, on the Moose Travel Network bus, a youth backpacker tour. It started out slow and little quiet as we all got onto the bus a group of strangers, but by the end of the second day we were best friends. The tour stopped at sites I didn't know existed in between the two provinces, we saw waterfalls, beaches, I swam (for a whole 2 seconds) in freezing water, saw dinosaurs, and took a jet boat and house boat ride.

The Log Cabin in British Columbia

I was just a lot of bit jealous when I got off in Banff and the tour continued on around Alberta. I saw their photos on Facebook and wished I could have continued on with them, but all the places they visited were places that I can go to for the weekend. Also I had to go back to being a real girl.

So my in-between play and work time was spent watching the fireworks on Canada Day, July 1st, to going camping in Whiteswan park in my favorite province, British Columbia! To watch the fireworks, instead of sitting in the park like the average Joe, my friends and I took part of a mass march of about 50 or so people, up the side of a mountain in the dark. Don't worry mama, we had headlamps to help us get down.

View from the top of Tunnel Mountain

The following day we packed up the truck and headed to B.C. I spent the majority of the weekend itting around in my swimsuit because it was so hot. Whiteswan is known for it's natural hot springs, the Lussier Hot Springs, but as there were two groups of us, we had to wait for the other group to arrive, and then have dinner. By the time we headed down to the hot springs it was midnight. So we hopped in the truck bed, pointing out constellations to each other, which were easy to spot as it was the clearest sky you've ever seen, and drove down to the springs. There were a few people there already, and everyone brings tea lights down. The water was almost unbearably hot, so I spent a majority of the time with just my feet in the water. The five of us piled into the canoe for a quick float, but the canoe dipped dangerously low into the water, so afterwards we went in twos. The boys went fishing, while the girls laid out in the sun. We smelt like eggs from the sulphur in the hot springs the night before, and I was the first one to brave the waters and dip in the lake for a rinse. The other two girls followed shortly after, but our movement was limited as we tried to find and stay in warms spots.

Gone Fishing- Moose Lake

After soaking in the sun, I headed off to work the next day. Although excited to be bringing in some five dollar bills (Fun Fact: The smallest bill in Canada is $5, $1 and $2 come in coin form called 'loonies' or 'goonies'), the first few weeks of wearing a uniform and sitting in an office, have been a bit slow for me. I have to wear socks even with ballet flats, and I accidentally left my pants in the dryer a bit too long so that now the bottom hem hangs two inches too high above my ankles. 

After having orientation, I started to drink the brand Kool-Aid though. The new company I work for does have really great benefits and I get a free gym and pool pass, so I have no excuse not to be in the best shape of my life. Also during the tour I got to see that there are views like this around my new place of employment:

View from the top, no PhotoShop needed

And with a view like that, how could I not fall in love with Banff all over again?

Adventure in Surfing

Alexis is back in typing action!

So back to my Tofino days, so very long ago (last week). I arrived on a Sunday night, relaxed and watched the sunset over the ocean from my hostel. 

View from the hostel

I woke up bright and early on Monday morning (around 10) and made my way into town to set up a surfing lesson at Surf Sister which I heard many glowing recommendations about before I had even reached Tofino. I was lucky enough to rock up around 11 and find out that there was one slot available for 1:30pm that day and took it as it was a beautiful, sunny day.

I had to arrive around 1:00 because I didn't have a car to take me to the beach and the girls at the shop were checking with other students if myself and another woman could catch a ride up. Luckily for us a bus of German tourist arrived and happily invited us aboard in exchange for beer.

The wind had picked up by the time we arrived, but the beach was gorgeous. Unfortunately it was recommended to leave your belongings in the vehicles so I don't have any photos of it, but there was a long stretch of smooth, cream colored sand, with the cool blue of the ocean waves crashing down upon it.

After about an hour of struggling to get into wetsuits and learning safety, and stance, we made our way into the water. Everyone warned me about the water being cold, but in our wetsuits we were nice and toasty. The instructors pushed us off for our first waves, and cheered everyone on as they attempted to, or did manage to stand up. I was excited, waiting for my moment to shine, but found it hard to coordinate my body parts so quickly. Instead of being an instant surf star as I was hoping, I spent a majority of the time under the water instead of on top of it. At one point I went under and with my knees tucked in starting rolling backwards, and looked like what of one of the instructors described as, "clothes in the tumble dryer." 

So to say I'm not a natural at surfing is an understatement, but despite needing assistance and getting peeled out of my wetsuit, and the massive amounts of salt water that I had swallowed and inhaled, I did really enjoy myself. I enjoyed it so much that I am currently saving up for a surf and yoga holiday, but until then maybe I'll just work on my balance a little (or a lot) more. 

Goodbye Farm Life

Edit: As a side note that I forgot to mention in this post originally, if you look behind me in the photo and see the beautiful, fresh cut grass, I did that. I was allowed to mow the lawn one more time on the new mower and successfully managed to maneuver the machine up and down the rows of the vineyard. (Although a few vines and poles may have been slighty injured)

So we've reached the end of my three weeks as a farmhand. As excited as I am to be heading off to my next adventure, there's a bit of sadness in my heart realizing that I won't wake up and head out to work the land here anymore.

The work I've done here is more satisfying than any other job I've done before. I can stand at the edge of this property and feel a sense of pride from having done some work on every acre of this land. The work was hard, it tested my patience, but through it I discovered more about myself than I ever could sitting in an office all day. My body is stronger, my mind, ambitions and goals in life, clearer. 

So goodbye Damali. Thank you for all the lessons you taught me everything you've given me. I'll never forget you. 

Alexis vs. The Lawnmower

Two things I've never done before: mowed a lawn and driven a manual car. Unfortunately for me I was faced with both last week.

Now I know I said I loved driving a tractor before, but that was the newer one that was similar to an automatic car. Press the gas and go. Last week I was forced to drive the older tractor/lawnmower that involved shifting gears.

The practice round in the wide field was okay, drop the lawnmower contraption, and go forward in a straight line. Once I hit the hills and the small aisles of the vineyard, that's when the chicken poo hit the fan.

The older mower's steering wheel was wobbly and I struggled at keeping my machine straight, and a few times I swerved dangerously close to the grape vines.  And then it happened. I drove the front of the tractor into the wires and into a vine, both which started to bend dangerously close to the snapping point, and all I could do was yell, "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!." I managed to maneuver my way out of the wires and the vine bounced back, although with a large scrape which was clear evidence of my accidental attempt to take it out.

I wish that was my only mowing faux-pas, but as I headed up what would be my final aisle, thinking I had finally somewhat gained control of the machine, I found myself stuck in the middle on a hill. I kept trying to push forward and could feel the wheels move under me, but all the mower did was roll backwards. I pushed the gear faster and forward, and yet I continued to slide back until I was once again stuck in the wires. I finally parked the beast, and with my newly gained farm girl muscles, managed to lift the mower and get it out of the spot where it had gotten stuck. And then the gosh darn thing wouldn't start.

Defeated and tired, I left it there and went for help. Needless to say, I was not asked to mow on after that.

Evening Commute

Green Acres

Damali Lavender Farm and Winery, 2014

After two ferries, and four buses, I made it to Vancouver Island one week ago to work on a lavender farm and winery. Alexis Kay Arana from college graduate with a degree in Integrated Marketing Communications to farm girl. Surprisingly it wasn't me who was doubtful of my farming skills, but my volunteer coordinators. Could an office girl be fine in the dirt and under the sun all day?

I would be lying if I didn't say that every day I woke up after my first five days of farm work with every fiber of my being aching, but it aches in a good way. Your body hurts and lets you know that yes, today you have accomplished something and made a difference. It's only been one week but I have already found out a few things about myself. I found out that I have never slept better after a day of hard work. That I love being outside, and I love driving tractors. I already feel healthier and stronger.

The work isn't paid. I found out about it through workaway.info, where you can find volunteer work opportunities around the world. In exchange for 30 hours of work a week, I get room and board and all of my food and meals. I know work without pay doesn't sound too exciting, but it's a good opportunity to explore, and learn something new whether it be skills or about myself. Also I probably eat better than I do living on my own. Omelette's made from eggs collected from the chickens the day before, fresh mint for my tea, greens collected straight from the garden for your salad.

My clothes may be worn out, I'll be covered in dirt, and my body will be aching, but at the end of three weeks here, I have a feeling I'll be changed for the better.

Xoxo for now,

Alexis the Farm Girl

Vancouver or Bust!

English Bay, Vancouver, May 2014

Last year I went to Vancouver and ever since that I was itching to get back. I loved that you could both have culture and nature in one city. In one day you can go to the art museum in the morning and lay out on the beach in the afternoon. 

Upon my plane's arrival in Vancouver on Friday I headed to the the hostel, dropped of my bags, and headed straight to yoga at YYoga in Yaletown for their YHot with Music. Total cost for class, towel, and mat rental: $0. At YYoga you get free rentals and a class for your birthday. The studio itself was clean and bright, the locker room was a bit small with just hooks for your belongings, purses and bags can be left up front. The class itself was decent, but it wasn't amazing. You could smell the sweat before you entered and the class was a tie bit overly hot. I understand it was hot yoga, but in my previous class in Montreal the heat seemed to help assist flexibility in positions, while the heat at YYoga seemed just there to produce mass amounts of sweat to give the appearance of working out. 

What the Yaletown location lacked, the YYoga Downtown Flow location made up for. The space is much larger, the locker room actually has lockers, and upon walking into the hot yoga room I smelled...nothing. I took a class Monday before I left Vancouver, a class which was once again free because of my birthday, and had I not had a ferry to catch I would have spent more time to use their facilities. At both locations the locker rooms have shampoo, conditioner, lotion, hair dryers, deodorant, and hair spray for your convinence. The downtown location also has a sauna for your use. The class was better than the one at the other location I had attended and the lounge was a nice peaceful place to grab a cup of tea and relax after the class. 

Tea Lounge at YYoga Downtown Flow

In my 3 days in Vancouver I made sandwiches and binged on the hostel breakfast, which at the Samesun consists of warm and delicious bagels and muffins and a variety of beverages. One thing I've learned about traveling alone though is that if you want to eat well, you can't fear sitting at a table for one. My lunch date I took myself on was to The Flying Pig in Gastown. I read mixed reviews about it online, mostly about the service, and although I was seated at the bar right away, it did take a moment for someone to come and take my order. The food though was amazing. I indulged in the Braised Beef Short Rib Jumbo Macaroni which was absolutely delicious. The beef was tender and succulent and the creamy mushroom sauce was the lovely.

The Flying Pig

The Samesun does have a very active social atmosphere which I chose not to partake in this time around as I opted work on my physical and spiritual health this time around. In addition to my two days of yoga I also spent a day taking a Reiki course. My journeys will bring me to Vancouver again so my next time around I plan on visiting either Granville Island or Stanley Park to see more of what is beyond the downtown area.