valley of clare

In my small, abundant corner of the world, I’ve been living my best life. Covid is still a strong threat to society and Victoria has recently gone into a second wave of lockdown. In hope of avoiding a breakout in South Australia, some precautions have been put back in place, but hopefully it doesn’t go any further. Please know that you are in my prayers and if anyone needs to talk or vent, my eyes, ears and inbox are open.

In other news, Jord and I headed north to the lovely valley of Clare. Jord’s dad, Andrew, lives there with his partner, Karen, on a property buried between the vines. Jordan offered some laborious stonemason style hours on the cottage that they are renovating, so we made a trip of it and stayed overnight.

Whilst they were putting in their blood and sweat, I wandered off, camera in hand, to explore the property and admire the sunset. They worked into the night, completing the project of the day, and came inside, tummy grumbling. Karen cooked us a healthy meal, as we enjoyed an array of local alcoholic beverages.

As the guest bedroom was taken, we retired to the glamping tent they had set up outside. Five blankets, wooly socks and ‘hot-water-bottle-Jord‘ couldn’t possibly help me freezing to my core. The full moon was also very bright and not much sleep was had. I woke up early the next morning, finally warm and cosy, but had to chuck some shoes on and pack up my bags. After a kiwi fruit and some cornflakes, Karen joined me for a slow and steady yoga flow by ‘Yoga with Adriene‘.

By lunch, we were off, but not before stopping by Red Grape Bakery in Clare. I got a curry pie and a pumpkin, spinach and ricotta sausage roll. We took our paper bagged goods on a walk to Neagles Rock Lookout and enjoyed the view before our drive home; thanks for having us!

go where you feel most alive

In the last twenty-four hours, I feel like I’ve entered a new chapter of my life, with feelings of relief and excitement. A chapter of movement, gratitude, travel and new goals astir. I’ve felt The travel bug growing exponentially in my belly and a strong craving for adventure; watch this space.

Part 2/3 – the first couple months of 2020

we must take adventures in order to know where we truly belong

I’m torn between going adventuring and pocketfuls of money. And in order to travel, I need pocketfuls of money, so I guess that’s my first step. In Australia, particularly Adelaide, things are starting to open up again. For example, and most importantly, the gym reopens in less than forty-eight hours. Yeah, there’s a bunch of restrictions and you have to book in one of twenty time slots allocated on the hour, but it’s a start.

Switching lanes, I’ve had plenty of time to think and I’ve been reminiscing, hard. I can’t wait to make some fresh travel plans and pack my bags again. But for now, here’s some everyday moments in Canada that I whipped out my phone to capture.

Part 1- the start of work in November and into the new year.

alta lake + 23

Alike most, I am well and truly into the swing of self isolation and buying everything that pops up on my Instagram ads; obviously because I need it and I can’t possibly live without. The only time that I am not at home is when I go to the grocery store for an “adventure”. To be honest, I don’t not like it. After getting over the fact that I had to spend my twenty third birthday in isolation, I’ve developed a nice little routine and I’ve had time to do things that I enjoy.

I get up at about 7.30am and have a fuelling snack whilst logging some feelings, goals for the day and gratitude. With this perspective, I then do my workout. I’ve been using the ‘Keep it Cleaner’ app as a motivational tool to get up and get moving, and follow this with a weights program. Jordan already had a lot of equipment from when he was younger that we were able to dust off and start flingin’ around. Karen, my mother in law, has also been consistently coming down to the deck to join in the workouts with me. Karen’s involvement and interest has kept me driven and accountable.

Breakfast is next on the list and is arguably my favourite time of the day. I’m talking fried eggs, wholemeal bread, cheese and sautéed onion, spinach, mushrooms and broccoli with moroccan seasoning, and some smokey bbq sauce on the side. Some home made kombucha and most likely a coffee, accompanied by a comfy couch and some comedy or motivational tv show on Netflix. A complete recipe for the best breakfast and what I’d be requesting as my last meal on death row.

That’s my morning. It’s usually followed by some tidying, reading, stretching, cooking/baking, going for a walk, listening to a podcast, editing photos, playing music, watching some tv and, of course, scrolling through Instagram; because that weird shaving butter, discounted leggings and fruit enzyme face mask ain’t gon’ buy themselves.

For the moment, I’m feeling content, whole and aware of my thoughts and feelings. I’m wanting to double down on my night routine, to aim for better quality sleep and encourage more productiveness the following day. I’m making sure the weekend is the weekend by relaxing to the max on ‘doona days’ with a couple drinks and indulgent foods. It’s been nice looking forward to something other than a trip to the grocery store.

On another note, I’ve been looking at some photos taken in the last week we were in Whistler and realised that I hadn’t yet posted them. We had just been laid off and, day by day, the village became a ghost town. Everyone that worked for the mountain was hanging out by the grocery/liquor store or down at Alta lake, so we headed down with a couple of subs and ciders to check out the frozen lake and enjoy the sunshine.

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somewhere over the rainbow

Most days went along the lines of ‘Eat, Sleep, Gym, Repeat’ up until we started work. In between, we chatted within our new estate and became friends with Rachel and Emma. Steering away from going crazy (and only just avoiding it), we ventured out to Rainbow Falls, positioned on the opposite side of Alta Lake; a somewhat short distance. We took a taxi from Whistler Village to the base of the trail (we probably could have walked but.. the more you know, right?) So, fresh and ready we spend fifteen minutes looking for a trail leading in the direction of Rainbow Falls. Clueless, we begin to walk into the forest.

We eventually figured out where we were going, only to have been confused as to whether we passed Rainbow Falls or not (we did). A lovely, serene walk all the same and a perfect time to take in the cool, fresh air and appreciate mother nature.

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lost lake

We arrived in Whistler a day before my first day of work. Unfortunately, things didn’t go quite to plan. I worked approximately ten hours over the span of a month before I even had part time work. Jordan didn’t start work till later in the season either. This made it tricky. Moving to a new country is a big change, let alone a very popular ski resort. It felt like we were bleeding money, with the expensive groceries and rent. We tried to settle in, but without working and earning money, we were going stir crazy.  With the lack of snow, the mountains were far from being opened. We tried our best to stay positive and busy, structuring our days well, eating well and staying active. We purchased a six month membership at The Core gym, conveniently located in the centre of the village, of which we religiously attended daily. Thank goodness for the house we were assigned, as many of the units in other housing complexes didn’t even have a stove. Blessed with a full kitchen, dining and lounge area, we made the most of these spaces. As a way of looking forward to something and goal setting, we made plans each week to go on a hike or do something inexpensive, as there wasn’t anything coming in. In those weeks, one of the hikes we did was to Lost Lake.

Lost Lake is quite close to Whistler Village and doesn’t require a car or bus ride. We took the path leading through Upper Village, in means of checking out more of the area, and got onto the Valley Trail there. A beautiful and breezy walk, with clear paths the entire way. Once at Lost Lake, there are tables and a bbq and areas to lay down a picnic rug. We walked all the way around the lake, as the sun went down, then took a trail right into the village (well the car park just outside the village, but you get the idea).

We met a lovely person on the lake that was particularly interested in our stories and how we came to Canada. She insisted on taking our photos with my camera. She told us about some of the good value places to eat and visit and a bit about the mountain and other hikes we could do. So happy and friendly.

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italy / day seventeen / cinque terre

Jordan and I get up early and sneak in a workout before breakfast, then pick up some freshly washed clothes from the dry cleaners and some food for the train ride to Cinque Terre. We finished packing up our things and said ‘arrevedici’ to Roma. The train took approximately four hours to Pisa, from there we changed trains towards La Spezia, then onto the private line, Cinque Terre Express. I love travelling by train and seeing the countryside.

There are five main towns that make up Cinque Terre: Riommagiore, Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza and Monterosso al Mare. We got off at Monterosso al Mare station and stepped into another world; a magical esplanade overlooking a sea of multicoloured beach umbrellas and crystal-like water. After filling our lungs with the new vacation air, we headed in the direction of our hotel, where we soon dumped our luggage and took a stroll to stretch our legs. We spied a cool, rustic pizza place on our saunter and grabbed a couple pizzas for dinner. We set up camp on the beach and enjoyed some cheesy slices of heaven as the sun went down.

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italy / day nine / maglie

Jord and I fit in another workout at the awesome hotel gym, then fill up at breakfast before some more train travel. Maglie was the destination, but we stopped off in Lecce on the way wanting to explore the town. Our bags went into a storage locker not too far from the train station and we walked into town. The town was full of gorgeous old sandstone coloured buildings and plenty of people. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to explore inside any of the buildings because most things were closed from 12.30pm til 4pm, which is exactly the time that we were there – of course! So we had a look around but decided to continue on to Maglie. We got some Gelato first though!

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Once in Maglie, we talked to some locals at the station and they directed us to our hotel, Corte dei Francesi. Once a tannery back in the day, now transformed into a very comfortable series of room and communal dining area, elegantly decorated in a  bohemian chic style. We dropped our bags off and went for a stroll around the town.

I noticed there wasn’t many kids, the place was quite lively and there was an abundance of shops, everything from food and wine, to high end shopping. I was intrigued in a little bottle shop where an array of oak barrels full of wine, lined the entirety of one wall. The man working there ran us through a wine tasting, talking to us about the local varietals. From memory, we tasted Negroamaro, Malvasia and Verdeca.

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After some thoughtful consideration, we went back to the hotel after having no luck finding somewhere to eat. The kind receptionist gave us some recommendations and made a booking for us. We were the only ones in the restaurant for most of the dinner as they had accepted us earlier than their opening time; as everyone eats dinner so late! I tried a dessert called Spumoni, it was delish!

 

italy / day four / siracusa

Our time in Taormina came to a close, as our tummies attempted to settle in the bus ride back down the mountain to the train station. A semi early breakfast and quick getaway allowed us to be in Siracusa by lunchtime, after a two hour odd trip.  The trip into the city was very different to that of Taormina. A lot more industrial, fuel refineries, junk graveyards, abandoned trains, boats and shipwrecks. It was a light walk with our gear to the hotel, Caportigia. The boutique hotel that was once an old warehouse, was now fully refurbished with beautifully restored high ceilings and gorgeous decor. Once checked in – and changed into something a little cooler, we ventured into the new city. The short train trip changed the entire landscape and scenery. The area was a lot more open and flat with lots of sandstone coloured buildings and large paved walkways. We walked down to Ortigia, an island namely the historical centre of Syracuse. The scene was definitely european beachy, with only shorts and singlets in sight. There was also no shortage of cocktails/wine/juice bars.

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