Boston Museum of Fine Arts

Boston Museum of Final Arts

My visit at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts was well worth the 25-dollar entry fee. My friend Chantal and I took a one-hour guided tour under theme of art from America. Our guide, a lovely gentleman, took our small group of four kiddos – we could have been our guide’s grandkids I think – thru different decades of art and artifacts, pulling out pieces that I wouldn’t have accorded so much time to. The “aw, am I glad I came ” moment was in font of Frieda Kahlo’s two servants. Everything in that lapse of time just seemed perfect – relaxing and cultivating all at once.

Boston Museum of Final Arts

Boston Museum of Final Arts

Boston Museum of Final Arts

Boston Museum of Final Arts

Boston Museum of Final Arts

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Boston Museum of Final Arts

Boston Museum of Final Arts

Boston Museum of Final Arts

Peachy Cheeks n’ Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Rue Saint Joseph in Quebec City has some yummy bakeries and interesting bars and city culture in general. We took a stroll and savored some yummy French style delicacies along with Starbucks coffee. I love hanging out with the hubs. First we take a long walk, use up all those calories, then reward ourselves with something warm and comforting.

It’s been a long time waiting for spring to arrive. Yesterday it seemed to have finally appeared, today we’re back to rain-rain-rain. I was able to squeeze in a morning run though. I’ve kicked off the season – and boy, does it feel good.

We’re heading to Boston on Friday so next time I’ll hail from there.

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Peachy Cheeks n' Yummy Treats

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Quebec City hosted the cross-country skiing world cup finale last week so subsequently the Saint Patrick’s Parade was postponed until this weekend. The hubs and I enjoyed watching the marching bands parade from our fave cities like New York, Boston or Chicago. There was a lot of Celtic music in the air. Spring’s on its way.

In Canada spring looks different from other places. Here it means the remains of snow. We keep looking at the lingering ¬†snowbanks and occasionally wonder when they’ll give space to new buds. In this outfit I wanted to have fun with transitional clothes. Cold shoulders and ripped jeans. Showing more skin again after all the covered up winter months.

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Spring Parade

Montreal Hotel Hop

Starbucks at a Montreal Hotel

The Canadian end of winter has been acting up. On our recent journey, we ended up booking a hotel in Montreal just to spend the night. The ordeal wasn’t planned, yet it turned out fun. We enjoyed what the bar and cuisine had to offer, along with my complementary Starbucks fix. Nothing better to paint a smile on my face upon wake up.

Starbucks at a Montreal Hotel

I’ve really been mindful of cultivating a positive attitude towards the weather, among other things. I can’t change nor shorten the Canadian winter. So I will simply accept it, work around it. I’ve been roasting veggies – mmm, the yummy smell spreading across my place as I’m writing this – and just enjoying the freezing air walks. Happiness radiates from within. It has very little to do with the temps. But finding your sparkle is the hardest.

Starbucks at a Montreal Hotel

Starbucks at a Montreal Hotel

Starbucks at a Montreal Hotel

Starbucks at a Montreal Hotel

Starbucks at a Montreal Hotel

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

I’ve been sick with the flu for four days now, plus outside the weather is gray and icy rainy, so it felt like a good idea to post out my last pics of Florida. These sunny shots give me the vitamin boost I need. They remind me that the sun will again be out in my life, too. When you’re sick, it forces you to build character. I hate having to cancel lessons. I take my work very seriously in the sense that I love what I do, I am truly grateful for each and every student – I take no one for granted – and I just feel my best when being an active part of this adventure called life. But when your head is turning and every joint and muscle you have aches, you cannot do what you were meant to do. So I’ve had to accept that and take each day as it comes.

A Bit of Sunlight

I realize that the spring is a tough time for me stamina wise. That’s when viruses seem to get the best of me. Recently, I’ve really gotten into healthy eating. I’ve tried some new cooking experiments like roasting veggies in the oven or making things with beans. Eating a more plant-based way should load me up on vitamins. It does feel good to know that what you’re putting into your body is actually good for you. I find a lot of inspiration from Instagram pics. I just kind of get the gist of the dish, and then try to throw together something similar. I’ve even Instagrammed some of my creations. It feels fun to experiment with different types of images, although I think that fashion will always stay my number one.

A Bit of Sunlight

Since I’ve had more time, well less energy to really do much, I’ve also done some soul-searching. I just feel that the more I get excited about a plan, the sweeter life will feel. I’ve wondered about the purpose of my life. What’s my goal? What do I work towards with enthusiasm? I think it is centered around encouraging, boosting and inspiring. Whether it be my job as an entrepreneur English teacher or as a writer of this blog, or even the one that gathers English-speakers together here in Quebec City, I long to bring positivity, new openings and new exciting ideas around me. There’s always something good. We just have to see it.

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

A Bit of Sunlight

Do you love your body?

Do you love your body?

What do you think about your body? To me the question is difficult. There’s the automatic perky answer, and then there are those darker thoughts that can even ruin a good day if I’m not vigilant in regards to my attitude. I keep telling myself not to compare to others, notably to those countless Instagram fashionista shots that I often gaze. I keep trying not to wish for a flat, tightly skinned tummy since mine hasn’t shown the capacity to get quite there.

I eat clean. My nutrition consists of whole grains, veggies, nuts, fruit and protein like ham, chicken and the occasional egg. I do at least one hour of sports daily mostly using my stepper, or if not then walking, skating, skiing, doing zumba or jogging. I started teaching my own latino aerobics class last August. I used to teach fitness so that has felt gratifying. I have got to deliver a fun and structured class, and the challenge pushes me forward.

That said, I regularly battle with feelings of “I’m not thin enough”. These thoughts have never really left my mind ever since I once discovered the world of body unhappiness at the age of fifteen. Where does that feeling come from? The question is very large and I’m not sure to be able to find the answer, ever. So, I have to work around the issue. You know, my constant quest for positive attitude that transforms life and in the end renders things enjoyable.

What is it then that I can do to love my body the way it is today? Focusing on what I can do, and not so much on what I look like doing it, is a key element. If you don’t allow your body the proper nutrition, you cannot be active to your full potential. A body that eats is a body that has energy to perform. Another thing I can be mindful about is “competing” with myself. We all have our specific genetics and age. Being slim at fourteen is most likely easier than at forty. So, if I am to compare, I should do it with people in my age group in order to give myself a fair chance. Comparing isn’t good though, so the ultimate goal would be to stop following those Insta feeds, or other pictorial impulses that I allow myself to see. If one could just be strong enough to take home the fashion inspiration and leave your own body putting down aside.

As I’ve written this text, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to be more mature about how I see my body. I need to be realistic. I need to appreciate the weight that my body has chosen in the healthy conditions that I have given it. If I do my best in providing good nutrition and daily exercise, so then the weight that my body needs to be happy should make me happy too. The key to happiness then is in changing the way I think of the ideal weight for myself.

Do you love your body?

Do you love your body?

Do you love your body?