This is the book that never ends, it seems to go on and on my friends…
I feel as though I have been writing my guidebook to Québec City for three years and I am going nowhere.
Oh, wait, I have been writing it for the last three years.
I love that Spain owns the Canaries, an archipelago of volcanic rock with black and white-sand beaches, rests off the of West Africa – makes it that much easier to explore both Tenerife and Morocco on the same trip! Tenerife, the largest of these beautiful islands, is the epicentre of vibrant Spanish culture and traditions, and home to Mt. Teide, a 12,198 ft active volcano.
Everyone loves the idea of having some island time, and while a Caribbean resort may be at the top of your list, consider going to the Canary islands instead. You will still have plenty of beaches to relax on, but you’ll also have plenty of opportunities to explore, immerse yourself in the local culture, drink copious amounts of local wine, indulge in rich home-made food, and shop.
Why stay in a pretty resort with mediocre food when you can safely explore an island with mind-blowing food and everything you could possibly want or desire in a holiday destination?
Sitting on one of the window sills in my apartment, I survey my surroundings. Black reusable shopping bags filled with food, books, and other household items are strewn around the floor in the kitchen and living area; two black and country style kitchen chairs waiting to be placed, a white laundry basket filled with cozy blankets; two large cardboard boxes from IKEA are ripped open on the ground. I have spent the last two and a half hours building a kitchen island/table and it is still not completed. I’m tired, and sore, and wishing their was an IKEA fairy who could make all my furniture-building wishes come true.
Toronto in one of my favourite cities in Canada. It has culture, arts, funky neighbourhoods, cool architecture, food trucks, and an interesting history – – which ultimately led to the creation of When Pigs Fry, a pork themed food tour by Urban Adventures.
I have spent the better part of six yeas travelling around the world, spending a month, maybe two, in my hometown in Ontario, Canada. My passport and backpack were the two constants in my life. And then at the beginning of March, things changed. I fell, several times, while walking on icy sidewalks and streets in Québec City, my home away from home.
I’m not new to falling, especially in Québec City, but this time was different, on the day I was set to fly back to Toronto I slipped once more at the bottom of the stairs outside my hotel, twisting my back as I fell. That evening, as I stood in line at the airport to go through security my back ceased up to the point where I needed a wheelchair.
Guest Post by Candice Walsh.
Candice Walsh, of Free Candie, is a technical writer for a deep sea technology company and an associate editor at Matador Network. When she isn’t writing about sonar equipment, she’s shooting whisky and hitting on men, or eating nachos and dreaming about travel. She’s currently stationed in St. John’s, Newfoundland.
The more I travel, the more I realize Newfoundland is a whole different world sometimes. Even while I’m here in Nova Scotia, just an hour’s flight away, I’m constantly reminded of how different my island is. Some things I’m not so crazy about (i.e. the isolation), but others make me realize how blessed I am to live in such a unique place.
I’m still very much alive, although my silence would have some assume otherwise. I’m in Canada. I’m staying with family. I’ve been here since mid-December, and I probably won’t leave until May or June. Most days (during the week) I get dressed about 3:00 p.m. as that is when my nieces get home from school and they hang at my mom’s house for a few hours until their parents are finished working for the day. While I spend my of my day without pants, that doesn’t mean I’m watching movies all day and eating chocolate, I’m usually on my laptop, writing, just not on here.