waiting on a baby.

Well, it’s taken me 9 months to write a blog post about being pregnant. I suppose I’ve written a post but I think I mentioned my baby once in it which is quite shocking. Now, at 39 weeks plus a few days, I’m finally sitting down to write! I think there are a good handful of people who come to Pie On The Windowsill for more of that grittier or introspective writing and perhaps this post won’t be for them. I really just want to share today about what’s been going on in our lives and unsurprisingly, most of our general comings-and-goings have revolved around this little person who’s due to show up any day now. I also write this just as much for me – I want to remember the last 9 months and my blog has always been a fun place to reflect on trips, momentous occasions, etc.

Jesse and I found out I was pregnant just one day after our camping trip in Winthrop during the summer. Now, despite what you may THINK you know about me, finding out I was pregnant was actually quite a surprise! We had hoped to start a family soonish but were thinking we would wait perhaps a little while longer. As with most big steps in our relationship together, things don’t tend to go according to this little type-A planner’s plan. But with each and every significant step we’ve taken together thus far (going to school, choosing careers, getting engaged and married, moving…), things have happened at the most perfect time – more perfect than anything I could have orchestrated myself. And believe me, I do plan, plan, and plan—usually never seeing my plans come to fruition the way I’ve envisioned.  I’ve learned so much about relinquishing control of timing through mine and Jesse’s relationship and this little sweet gift of a baby was no different.

Jesse’s parents were here for most of the summer and into early fall due to political unrest and violence in Nicaragua. We couldn’t believe how lucky we were to be able to share our news with them in person. To the same effect, my Nan was here from the UK in September and to be able to tell her face to face that she would be a great-grandmother for the first time was an absolute dream come true. My mom’s entire family lives in the UK and it’s during wonderful times like these that you truly wish the geographical distance would disappear. Having Nanny here seemed to eat up some of that distance and meant the world to me.

Now I must confess, early pregnancy was an absolute breeze for me. I think my body must have known the challenges I would face later on because the first trimester was probably my easiest trimester. I lost weight despite eating pizza and grilled cheese every other day, I experienced only occasional nausea, and tiredness really consisted of blissfully nodding off around 7:30pm during an episode of Game of Thrones. A cute little bump also appeared fairly early and I didn’t feel too awkwardly pudgy. Before you mothers start to hate on me, things did change considerably later on in pregnancy but we’ll get there eventually!

Around the halfway mark, we took a little road trip to Tofino for the first time. We had lazy mornings in our Airbnb, walked countless beaches, stopped for coffee and pastries, enjoyed some damn good food, and stayed up late binge watching Shark Tank. We grabbed our first meal from a pricier spot called Wolf in the Fog. The food was quite delicious but the Raspberry Cream Soda really stole the show for me. Watching your husband drink a cold beer after a hike around the ocean is fairly awful and this mocktail was a highpoint that I tried (and failed) to top for the rest of the weekend. We also had a super tasty meal from Shelter Restaurant and of course, drooled over the donuts at Rhino Coffee House. These are the pretty commonly recommended places to eat in Tofino and while the prices were quite high, we weren’t disappointed. Jesse enjoyed a delicious burger at Shed so I would suggest trying that restaurant out as well! We tended to eat breakfast in our room, grab bits and pieces from cafe’s or grocery stores for our lunch, and have one bigger meal for dinner.




There’s something very therapeutic about simply driving from beach to beach with no particular agenda in mind. We visited most of the beaches in the area at least once but found ourselves back at Long Beach a couple of times – just outside of downtown Tofino. We caught two sunsets there and also spent a chilly afternoon bundled up in fleece, reading and watching the waves.



I also loved Tonquin Beach and that’s where I dragged Jesse and our tripod to take this epic photo (he just loved every minute of the staging, posing, and evaluating photos – in case you were wondering).


I’d have to say my favourite part of the trip was the little hike/walk around the Wild Pacific Trail in Ucluelet. To me, the coastline in Ucluelet was so striking and this walk was the perfect level of exertion. There were a couple little wooden staircases that led down to tiny rocky beaches that felt so peaceful and picturesque.


Jesse and I travel so well together and we really appreciated having a long weekend to escape from work and just dream a little bit more about what the next year would hold. Unbeknownst to me, Tofino was also one of my last chances to really walk and use my body the way I am used to. Another month or two after our trip, I really started to notice my body change and it’s been a bit of an uphill battle since then. In 2015, I had two back to back car accidents that seemed to really affect the soft tissue and joints in the left side of my body. I’ve spent a lot of time over the years trying to strengthen the muscles in my glutes and lower back to give some stability to my hips but unfortunately, pregnancy hormones seem to be wreaking havoc on those areas. As this little baby has grown and chunked up, daily life has become more and more painful. Even just grocery shopping or going for short walks has begun to cause so much pain and stiffness that I sometimes end up out of commission for the rest of the day. I’ve already practiced yoga at home prior to being pregnant and that’s been about the only physical activity I’ve been able to continue in some capacity. Jesse and I have tried to swim a little bit here and there to compensate for my inability to walk or do resistance training but overall, I haven’t been able to stay as active as I would have liked. Even on Christmas Eve, walking around downtown became so painful that I finished out the days fun activities by waiting in the truck for the rest of the family and then gluing myself to the heating pad once we were home.


I think the hardest part of this physical limitation is insecurity about how people perceive my pain. It is, of course, very normal for the most physically strong and healthy pregnant women to have a sore back, difficulty getting comfortable at night, or to have to be careful about physical exertion. That said, it’s been embarrassing for me to turn down short walks with friends or to be high maintenance at work about how many clinics I can do per week, wondering if people think I’m just not coping well with normal pregnancy aches and pains. The nature of the pain is consistent with my history and how I felt recovering from those old injuries but it’s hard to convey that to other people without sounding like a big whiny drama queen. Especially, and I hate to say it, in a time where women do get blasted and made to feel guilty for sounding the slightest bit ungrateful or unexcited about being pregnant. In reality, the pain in my hips has been the one trigger for major meltdowns throughout pregnancy. I hate that I can’t enjoy even a short walk on the weekend in the sunshine or look forward to a quick grocery shop with Jesse on a Saturday morning. I dread these outings because I know it will be painful just to lower myself onto the couch. We had an absolutely blissful time in Hawaii in February but I know I missed out on so many wonderful experiences and excursions because of pain. Speaking of Hawaii, I think this post would turn into a novel if I wrote about that trip so check out my or Mollie’s Instagram photos or highlights for more about the different beaches we visited. Here’s one picture just for kicks!


The saving grace in all of the physical discomfort has been a newfound appreciation for Jesse’s patience. He’s always been so patient with me but he’s had to compensate for my limitations in ways that are just downright unfair. After a long day at work, he’ll come home and knead my back or help me stretch out muscles in my hips. There’s no elevator in our building and he has basically become a pack mule, carting our things to and from the car when we travel or shop. He sacrifices his own body to carry or do things for me so I can waddle up the stairs carrying only a purse. And in the 4 months since this issue really flared up, he has never once made me feel guilty or bad about all I have asked him to do—even though I know it’s exhausting and frustrating for him at times. We talk often about whether we’ll be good parents and I always tell him I know he’ll be an incredibly kind and caring father just based on how caring and tender he has been with me. I am so lucky.

I’ve been fortunate not to have experienced very many untoward symptoms of pregnancy (save a little heartburn) and I think it’s because somehow my body and God knew how this one challenge would consume my everyday life. It’s also motivating me to work hard at strengthening my body after the baby comes so that I can go into another pregnancy as strong and capable as possible. I can’t imagine how this experience might have been different if I hadn’t spent the time before my pregnancy staying active and working out frequently.

Despite these challenges, I can say without doubt or hesitation that I have loved every moment of being pregnant. There have been trying moments and hard adjustments but carrying this little one has been the most special and meaningful honour of my entire life. I certainly feel a bit puffier in the face and more round through the booty than I imagined I would be but overall, I love being pregnant. And I am so thankful to have had a healthy and happy pregnancy, free of serious complications.

When you start to prepare to bring a baby home in this part of the world, it becomes clear how locked we are in a society that places more emphasis on preparing your home for a baby than actually preparing your mind and heart for a baby. Jesse and I decided early on that we wanted to keep our purchases simple and focus more on preparing to be actual parents. Between all the mommy-bloggers with their “must have” lists on Instagram, friends who are buying the latest and greatest gadgets (and absolutely swearing by these products!), and even baby registries which list out about 500 things you must register for in order to survive the first 3 months, resisting the urge to spend thousands of dollars on baby gear has been hard. I also can’t count the number of people who have asked us how we’ll ever manage in our one bedroom apartment or cope without an elevator to carry all the baby gear to and from the car. This is where I have been so grateful for my job—for my resilient and resourceful clients who live in the tiniest of walk-up apartments with all three of their children sleeping in their one bedroom with them, using the most basic of second-hand baby gear and living their lives with such quiet grace and dignity. These mothers, many of whom are refugees, have taught me far more about simplicity and minimalism than anyone or any documentary ever could. I am inspired and challenged by their resilience. Every time I wonder if I’ll need that $400 breast pump, $300 baby monitor, or a home where I could have planned and executed an expensive but beautiful nursery, I think of these thriving women that I’ve had the privilege of visiting and supporting over the last two years. Every time I look at that torn and creaky recliner chair in our living room and dream of replacing it with a beautiful glider, I also think of my mom and other women who had babies in the ’80s and ’90s when you just bought a crib, a car seat, a few good blankets, and diapers! Sure, they accumulated more gear as their babies grew and their needs changed, but there wasn’t this pressure to have every gadget at their fingertips by the time the baby was born. As someone who has way too many clothes, kitchen gadgets, and a propensity to order things online that I really don’t need, I’m proud to say Jesse and I have managed to stick to our goal and have really bought only the basic items ahead of time… okay, apart from baby clothes… I’ve been weak in that department.

Now, I know so many incredible women who are guilty of buying every contraption known to mankind and I’m not trying to make anyone feel guilty. In fact, I’ve enjoyed learning from my friends and family about what they truly feel their must-haves items have been out of all those purchased gadgets. However, it’s just no secret that we live in an all-consuming era of online chatter from just about every social media platform, telling us what to buy at every turn. I watched a YouTube video review of a diaper bag and was shocked to hear about all the items I MUST pack with me at all times in said bag. By the way, I did not know before watching this video that a little cosmetic bag you fill with lip balm and tampons is now called a “set piece” and can be purchased for the reasonable price of $50 – perfect to swathe your toiletries in organic cotton and match your diaper bag. You learn something new every day. Case in point—mothers are made to feel like their diaper bag should be packed to ensure their babies survival through the apocalypse. And for the bag to look fashionable and luxe all the while. Perhaps it’s not as simple as this but I have to wonder if social media influencing has single-handedly propelled mom-guilt to its new heights. We are bombarded every day with images of mothers who are prepared for every scenario with every gadget on the market and it’s an impossible standard to live up to. We value convenience and I’m no stranger to putting my money towards convenience in my daily life. Jesse and I just wanted to challenge ourselves in this area, keeping things simple with children’s items from the outset. We have bought into western consumerism in so many other ways and these few months have felt refreshing and illuminating in terms of our habits.

Just last night, Jesse mentioned we needed to switch to our summer bedding soon because he would be way too hot under our down duvet if the window was going to be closed overnight soon. I asked him why we would have to close the window and he said, “Well, we can’t have the window open with the baby sleeping in here!” Then we both had a good chuckle about how many babies across the world sleep in homes that are open to fresh air, not coddled and sheltered as we are here in the west. It is all about perspective, as we are learning.

I think our baby will be just fine with the window open.


Spring and Nicaragua

Happy Spring! After a long weekend of camping with my family and nothing but a few more blissful days of “stay-cation” awaiting me this week, it seemed the perfect time to catch up the world on our goings-on, coffee in hand and sunshine streaming through the open windows.

We have had so many adventures since moving to New West! It has honestly been the most fun few months of our seven years together and we have loved getting to know our new city each weekend. I think I’ve grown a lot… learning to ride the sky train by myself (like a big girl, as Jesse says), sharing laundry, having the smells of other peoples dinners wafting through our hallways, learning which streets make for a quiet walk in the middle of what’s truly a downtown core, and bucking up and just lugging my groceries up three flights of stairs without waiting for Jesse to get home and do it for me. At the start of 2018, I reflected a lot on my safety nets and comforts – the little obsessive compulsions I am bound to and how they keep me from learning and growing. I wanted this year to be about embracing change and adventure and letting go of those habitual actions that keep me from living the abundant life we all long for. I’ve talked before on my blog about my need for control, how it consumes me, blinds me, and shackles me to routine and order. Moving to New West inadvertently kick-started this entire cascade of unshackling. It forced me out of a comfort zone that was sucking me dry and robbing me of abundance and fulfillment. I still have so much to do and change but I’ve embraced change in my life in ways I never thought possible. For me, at least.

We recently bought a new car after battling for a good year with my dear old girl from 1996. She was so ready to be retired and sent on to glory. When we settled on the car we wanted to buy, I suggested we buy a manual vehicle because for every automatic hatchback body car on auto-trader, there are 10 more manual transmissions for a better price. It just seemed logical. Jesse had taught me to drive stick briefly when we were dating and I thought, hey, it can’t be that difficult… perfect opportunity to embrace more change! Unfortunately, with my job in Public Health, I have to bring a vehicle to work and be prepared to drive out on visits. Jesse and I spent probably close to 5 hours in the car on the day we bought it, him patiently teaching me how to operate a clutch so that I could get to and from work all week. I literally cried 6 times that day. Change just hurts so badly. It was awful. Three weeks later and a few horrifyingly embarrassing intersection starts later, I’m starting to feel like I can actually have the radio on while driving and not kill anyone. I can’t describe the sense of accomplishment I feel. It’s been awful and annoying and humbling but I would have never agreed to this, let alone suggested it a year ago and I do feel proud of that growth. I know that people adapt to far more life-altering and painful change than this but for a girl like me, it’s been an adventure and a complete shift in the way I live my little life.

We’ve also had change in the sense that Jesse has finally finished this degree! He worked so hard and I can’t express how proud I am of him. We just pinch ourselves all the time, hardly able to believe that he stumbled upon this career path which would allow him to express all of this passion, talent, and interest in a dynamic and demand-driven job. The design world knows no ceiling and it’s rare to walk out of a university program for the creative industry and have your pick of jobs. He did, by the way, have multiple offers for positions. He is way too humble to share that with most people but it’s true. Two of the offers were what we would classify as “dream jobs” and it was quite difficult for him to decide. A very good problem to have. He’s now settled at an ad agency downtown called DDB Canada where he works as an art director and designer. You can check out his website and portfolio here. We are very excited to have entered the world of double-income-no-kids. Student loans be damned – we are determined to enjoy ourselves!

Speaking of enjoying ourselves, this winter/spring was also marked by an incredible trip to Nicaragua to visit Jesse’s parents. Most of you would know that they are spending several years doing incredible work with an organization called EMI. We were absolutely ecstatic to visit them along with my brother and sister in law, Brooke and Andrew, and to see their home, work, and the beauty of Nicaragua. We spent the first day of the trip at Nuevo Vida – a garbage dump where the most poor and marginalized of society live and work. My mother in law, Michelle, devotes much of her time to the children here. We brought water, snacks, some first-aid treatment, and a soccer ball to the dump and just enjoyed watching the kids run up to Michelle with excitement and adoration. She has learned to speak Spanish in two short years and I was just about brimming over with love and disbelief at how much she gives and serves these families. It was a special day but also full of conflicting emotions as we witnessed first hand the disparity between the rich and the poor in this country.

We also spent some time exploring the colonial cities of Granada and Leon and visiting the office where my father in law, Brent, works full-time. Brent semi-retired when he moved to Nicaragua but it was plain to see that work for EMI is taking immense commitment and sacrifice on his part. This is no retirement. You should check out EMI’s website here to learn more about their purpose and vision to design and develop facilities which serve the poorest communities in the world. Brent has become passionate about Nicaragua and it was wonderful to finally be able to visualize and see first-hand how the team in Managua works.

I have a hard time quickly transitioning into sharing about our more indulgent and touristy points of the trip, given the disparities I mentioned before. I’m going to do it anyway but know that the hypocrisy is not lost on me.

We visited Laguna de Apoyo for the day which is a stunning lake that fills an inactive volcano crater. There was a floating dock to swim out to, incredible fresh food and cocktails, hammocks, and beautiful lush green surroundings. After a long winter in BC, this first day lazing in the sun was restorative and exciting. I believe we purchased a day pass at Hostel Paradiso. The rates to stay overnight here were insanely low and a beer costs only $1-2 even at the most obvious of tourist attractions.

A few days later, we visited Los Cardones Ecolodge, a beautiful getaway on the ocean. This was probably my favourite day, if I’m being honest. Though I love fresh water swimming, I’m an ocean girl through and through. Something about the sand and the sun and the wind and the waves just restored parts of me I didn’t know were broken. It was a beautiful day and we left all chapped from the wind and red as lobsters. I started a love affair with the boogie board during our visit here, which only became more passionate and intense as the trip went on. I must have spent at least 2 hours catching wave after wave and that was probably my shortest boogie board stint of the whole trip. Brooke and I sat and listened to country music, watching the boys obsess and fuss over the construction of their beach fort. It was pure magic.

Our last few days were spent staying in a gorgeous beach house in San Juan Del Sur. This was probably more touristy, while other areas of Nicaragua had felt more like a well-kept secret. That said, San Juan lives up to its reputation and is just stunningly beautiful. San Juan really was put on the map after Survivor filmed there in 2014 – aka my favourite show ever. We stayed on a little resort just a quick drive from the beach. The relaxation really hit an all time high here… we went to the beach for hours each day (cue 3 hours of boogie boarding for me), played games at night, and lazed in the mornings under the straw roof covered deck. Brooke and I also dragged everyone on a 2 hour horse back ride on the beach. I can’t even describe how much it means to me to enjoy countries I visit from the back of a horse. I try to do it whenever I can and it usually creates the most memorable moments for me. I’m converting my husband. He can no longer pretend he doesn’t enjoy it ’cause we both know he does.

Although we only had about seven days with Jesse’s parents, the trip did feel a lot longer than it actually was. We filled it with such wonderful quality time and also managed to see a lot of the beauty that Nicaragua has to offer. I can’t help myself so here’s a few more fun photos!

In the next few months, we have so many fun weekends and little trips planned. My most exciting aspect of summer is hands down having time off to finally go back to Winthrop and camp for 10 days! I’ve been waiting for a few years to have the opportunity to go back – the stars finally aligned and I got the vacation approved!!

In my work world, I’ve also been training for a new home visiting program which has been very inspiring and invigorating. I already do visit quite a few vulnerable or high risk pregnant women and new mothers but this will be an enhanced version of that. I get the opportunity to come alongside these women for over two years and really build a relationship that’s intent is to help them be the best mother they can be. It also focuses in on preventing Adverse Childhood Events in their little ones lives. If you haven’t ever heard of ACE’s… you need to look it up. I can’t believe this research has existed for so many years and everyone in society isn’t jumping up and down trying to do something about it. The connections between horrible childhood experiences and outcomes later in life such as addiction, mental health challenges, risky behaviours, and actual physical health problems like heart disease or cancer, are undisputed. Our nursing work will be centred on preventing ACES, supporting families to build resiliency when ACES are happening, and working with mothers who are already seeing these outcomes play out in their life after having difficult childhoods. I could talk about it all day long so instead, there’s an infographic below for anyone who’s interested! I’m sure I’ll have a lot to reflect on as we begin this work so it may just end up on here again… I just love my job and I feel so grateful to be doing this important work. Health care and nursing isn’t just about treating illness in hospital but about prevention and building healthier communities. I’m excited by the direction our province and health care system are heading towards and I love being a part of the process.

I should probably get on with my day.. there are precious few days at home left and much to do and accomplish. I hope at some point to return to my old style of blogs which are more about creative writing than they are about updating people on our lives (which are probably not all that interesting). Nevertheless, thank you as always for following along with me and all my love to you all ❤


Europe 1.0

How do you begin to tell anyone about travel in Europe? I truly don’t know how to start – it was that wild. Jesse and I didn’t exactly haul huge packs on our backs everywhere and traverse across the entire continent. Our trip was fairly contained. Three countries, eight cities, twenty-three days. And two very inspired and satisfied people. Well… satisfied until about a month later when we started thinking about Central Europe and all the places we’ve yet to visit! We truly had an incredible time. There is no way I can possibly write down everything we did, saw, ate, and drank. But I can write about the moments that still linger in my head, strong and bright and vivid.

It’s safe to say that we are hooked on travel. I did everything I could to save money and now feel much more equipped to plan an efficient and budget friendly trip again sometime soon. It feels important to do so. It feels expansive, meaningful, and inherently valuable. Travel to these countries carries so much more value than I could have ever imagined and I don’t want to only do it once. I read somewhere once that if travel is a priority for you, it often takes a great deal of sacrifice to make it happen. I anticipate this sentiment will be a constant tension for Jesse and I as we move through different phases of life that typically include certain “milestones”.

Now, I’ve said it many times before and I’ll preface this post by saying it again: I really don’t believe in seeing the world’s greatest places through the lens of a camera. If I want a really great photo of Notre Dame or The Sistine Chapel, I’ll find a professional one online or buy a postcard – neither Jesse nor I feel any need whatsoever to take a photo in front of every monument we visit in life as proof that we were there. When we visited these amazing places, I didn’t bother with too many photos. I wanted to experience our trip with all of my own physical senses. The photos here are many of the thousands of little “moments” captured and I am so excited to share them with you all! That said, I won’t pretend that these photos are like, incredible. I’m not posing as a photographer here. They’re special to us and hold so many memories but to be honest, the whole internet/technology thing was a big problem for me tonight and I may have thrown the laptop into a pile of dirty dishes sitting beside me on the couch, released an epic sigh/swear/noise, and stormed off to the bathroom to pout/cry while Jesse looked on helplessly. I did not have the energy to edit these photos for your viewing pleasures. Enjoy them in all of their imperfections!

The first order of business on our trip was a delightful but far-too-short stop in the UK. As many of you know, my mom moved to Canada, away from her family when she was just 19 years old. Apart from my grandparents, seeing my UK fam has been more rare up until the last few years. It was a treat for Jesse and I to spend time with them on their turf. After a highly drugged plane ride to Heathrow, we hit the ground running, full of adrenaline and ready for a wee bit of a pub crawl with my cousins, Will and Ed, and my Aunty Wendy (whom I haven’t seen in EIGHT years!!) in Witney. They treated us royally that first night and we loved running around their gorgeous town. I have always delighted in English homes and hidden pathways and the romance of it all and I think I must have excitedly pointed out to Jesse every old barn, pathway, and stone house we passed by that evening as we moved from pub to pub! It was surreal to share this part of my life with him. The next morning, we began our first full day in a Cotswolds village called Burford. If you haven’t had a real British fry-up yet, you have not lived. Here would be a perfect place to try one!



We spent the day meandering through Oxford, running into Jamie Wiebe (!), enjoying the side streets and popping into pubs. Book shops and cobblestone abound here and there are plenty of historic buildings, castles, and churches to visit as well. This day came to an end bittersweetly as we parted ways with two thirds of our company and made the drive to Derby to see Nan and the rest of the gang. The next few days were so special to me – I can’t talk/think about them without tears in my eyes.

Grampy passing away was one of my first true losses thus far in life. I hadn’t even considered when we booked our trip that it would be one year exactly since his death. I have tried for weeks to put words to the feeling of visiting the gravesite of someone you love. It is this: what a strange and empty feeling, to look at a mound of dirt where they lay in the ground, searching for a memory of the last time you saw them, inhaled their scent, felt their presence. What a heavy heart pain, to look at their resting place and feel anything but rest. To know that you didn’t know it would be the last time but it was. It was the last time. And that is your grandfather lying there beneath the earth. Distance may be one of the few select circumstances that make death harder than it already is. I said goodbye and I told him that I loved him, finding peace in the knowledge that whether he could hear me or not, he knows I love him. The beautiful cemetery was a tangle of greenery and the wild bluebells were blooming bright. I didn’t ever want to walk away from him but oh how I took comfort in leaving him behind in a place so rich in tranquility and lightness. That evening we ate Wastie Curry and I knew it would be, in recollection, a most sacred day of our trip.

We spent the next day exploring the glorious Chatsworth House and Grounds with the family, giving Jesse a taste of the English countryside that I hold so dear to my heart. It’s as I said. These days were not long enough. I had baby cousins to tickle and kiss and so much catching up to do but alas, we eventually hopped on an early coach to London.


London was an interesting one for us. An interesting dynamic as we navigated trying to visit places that held interest for both of us. My parents have taken us to London a few times, the most recent being around age 15. It was surreal being there without them! Jesse and I agreed to visit at least one grand English church and Westminster Abbey was my pick! After all, I needed to walk the grounds where my spirit animal, Kate Middleton, stole my breath in her lace gown and became a real princess. I figured if we visited, we would be practically sisters and there would also be the added bonus of increased chances of a marriage to Prince Harry. Unfortunately, I am still married to Jesse and no royalty in sight but all hope is not lost. I will press on.

During day one and two, we also enjoyed Covent Garden, Trafalgar Square, and general meandering through the cool Soho district. One of my favourite parts of our time in London, as it always has been, was sitting atop the double decker tour bus in the open air, driving through all areas of the city. There are several companies with tour busses, all with comparable prices. I’ve been on the busses with a live tour guide as a teenager and they are so entertaining and enjoyable! Sadly, Jesse and I did not have a bus with a live guide but we still enjoyed a nice slow ride through the city. My mom and dad always pay for a tour and love it every time – they typically do a big loop on the basic route, and then go back through a second time, hopping off whenever the urge strikes! We did the same and would probably do it again! The Original Tour was well organized and accessible. Another favourite memory for me was pausing to hear the grand Abbey’s church bells ring jubilantly – a sound so foreign to us Canadians. It filled my heart up to the brim.


Day three was also really fabulous. We made a short trek to The Design Museum (heaven for Jesse, essentially) and finished the day at Old Spitalfields Market. We had an early dinner of the best fish n’ chips from Poppie’s Fish and Chips (for real the best) and ended our time in London with a second dinner at Dishoom. The food here was out of this world. Bombay Indian food with a modern twist. We loved this meal and will make a point to come again next time.

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One of the best elements of our time in London was our accommodations. We found a stunning little room on AirBnB and fell in love with the owner’s flat. Given that Jesse is very proficient with public transit, we decided to save a bit of money by staying a short bus ride outside of London’s core. The room was far more beautiful than what our budget would have allowed downtown and our host was helpful and flexible – especially when I realized I booked us for one night less than we needed… oops! There was fresh baked raisin bread every morning which Jesse declared to be the best bread he’d ever eaten. Challenge accepted my love ❤ Would highly recommend Katie’s place!

Jesse loved this little radio playing in the kitchen each morning while munching on said bread.


After a whirlwind few days in London, we boarded an early plane to Pisa – our entry point to stunning Tuscany. It’s worth mentioning here that if your travels have you jumping large distances in Europe, a short plane ride is often cheaper than the popular train travel option! While traveling on the train is probably less stressful, the plane cuts down on quite a bit of time when you’re hopping around countries. If you book well in advance and carefully read through the small airline’s luggage guidelines, you can save quite a bit of money on cheap flights. Oh and don’t expect the leniency of a large airline with carry on luggage. They will scrap you for every inch your bag is oversized. We learned that lesson the hard way and we have a hefty luggage bill to prove it!

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Florence was our first stop. To be honest, I didn’t have Florence on my list just because there are so many other places I would have liked to visit but it was a means to an end – that end being the Tuscan countryside. All in all, we enjoyed our two days in Florence, particularly an evening walk up to the Piazza Michelangelo that included a full bottle of wine from plastic cups, chats and advice from some Toronto “bros” we met, and the most glorious sunset you could possibly imagine. I remember saying to Jesse how if there was ever a way to know God truly exists, it would be in looking at that sky. How the colours shine and change, never once the same. After my 500ml share of the wine, I started to tell him how I thought it was so grand, the way those colours could never all be accounted for on the colour wheel – we could never name them all from day to day. They were too fluid, in constant motion as the clouds shift and change each night and the river moves beneath them, reflecting light and shimmering tones. It was stunning.



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Now, how to describe Tuscany. The best and only way to explore this utterly holy countryside, in my opinion, is by car. If you stay outside of a little village on an agriturismo, the busses are really limiting and inconvenient. We payed a reasonable amount for a tiny FIAT and knew within minutes it had been the right decision. Jesse loved whipping around those mountain roads and we were able to take the long way from Florence through Chianti region, soaking up all the green. We stopped for lunch at Bar Ucci in Radda and munched on fresh sliced meats and cheeses and tomato crostatas. I think this was one of the moments where we truly felt as though we were living in a dream. The owners were authentic, joyous, generous people – they were larger than life. I almost can’t put this little stop into words. It was a welcome to Italy like none other, nestled in the rugged mountains of Chianti. If you want to know what Italy is all about, make this your first stop.

From Radda, we weaved our way through vineyards and farms until we reached a small town called Montepulciano. We stayed at Agriturismo Le Caggiole where the owner, Giacomo, manages to maintain the authenticity of a rugged working farm with the elegance you hope for on vacation. Agriturismos really are hit and miss in this area (mostly hit). Some are operated purely with tourism in mind, with all the modern amenities and luxuries you could hope for. Others are trying to keep their farms viable and running. Their families have worked the land for generations upon generations, and taking in guests is a way to avoid selling the land they have nurtured and loved for hundreds of years. While the agriturismo was one of our “splurges”, when you see a rugged old stone house that has been standing since the 1300’s, it became meaningful for us to put our money towards a family that truly values tradition, hard work, and family legacy. Giacomo was a gracious host and we would definitely return! We spent many hours curled up on the terrace with a glass of red and a book, breathing in the freshness of a valley filled with vineyards and olive trees. Rosemary and sage grew wild on this farm and the birds fairly beamed their morning song. Giacomo’s mother served fresh pastries and fruit each morning and we would stuff our faces with deli meat on ciabatta for lunch. Agriturismo Le Caggiole was our home base for exploring the medieval-like stone walled village of Montepulciano and for venturing out to horseback ride for three hours through the Tuscan countryside.

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We partook in the two hour cooking class, learning how to make fresh pasta from scratch and following along as we prepared herb and garlic crusted guinea fowl – slow roasted to crispy perfection – and decadent tiramisu. The meal was stupendous and we came away with a recipe book for all our fares and a hearty ragu that Giacomo had had simmering for hours. Giacomo was also really deliberate in sharing his only strict rules for cooking passed on from his Grandmother: use fresh, local, good ingredients and choose organic whenever possible. I’ve always loved to bake but since we’ve been married, I have developed a deep love and passion for cooking. I absolutely adored this class and took away a great desire to pass on such a rich tradition of food to my own children and grandchildren one day – in the same way that Giacomo has embraced the legacy passed on from his family. These simple principles for cooking stand alone in the sea of online cooking how-to’s and advice out there these days. They stand the test of time! We’ve had such a busy time since our trip, given that we came home to summer, that I haven’t yet had an opportunity to try my hand at these recipes. Soon! Oh and I might also mention that watching a couple of engineers from San Francisco separate eggs for tiramisu was a real treat in and of itself!! Anyway… We enjoyed the meal with wine, more meat and cheese, and two other couples from the states! All of us were of different ages, stages, and walks of life but we sat and talked and laughed for hours and came away knowing it was one of the most fun evenings on our trip. The next evening, all of the couples decided to meet in town at Pane vino & Zucchero for another stupendous meal. Monica and Marco were endearing, attentive, and modern in their style of Italian food. Jesse and I each enjoyed an appetizer of fresh pasta and had salty, juicy, steaks for entrees with tender roasted vegetables. We shared a few desserts amongst ourselves at the table and there was plenty of wine! I think once we split the bill, Jesse and I only paid 70 euros total… just over $100 CAN. I was so impressed with the food and atmosphere created by the owners that the experience felt like a complete steal! This area of Italy was definitely reasonably priced for food and we felt as thought we truly got a taste of the highest quality local fare. This restaurant will be high on our list when we one day return to Italy! Based on Monica’s delightful demeanor and their incredible food, we would even consider staying at their own agriturismo one day.

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Tuscany was healing and invigorating. We left feeling fulfilled in so many different ways and eager to return one day.


That feels like a wonderful place to stop for tonight. I’m on vacation this week so Europe 2.0 should be up sometime in the next few days! Rome, Positano, and Paris all to come… and a few of the best travel decisions and purchases we made!