Before I headed out to Starbucks to savor writing this post, I watched Donald Trump take his first steps down the inauguration parade route in Washington DC. Prior to that, I had watched Barack Obama say good bye to his staff and supporters at Joint Base Andrew. My emotions are shuffled. I don’t quite understand how my country got where it is today.
Nevertheless, I’ve always been a huge believer in positivity. In general, I try to accept the facts as soon as possible, and then see how I can find my happy place within the defining factors I cannot change. Future remains to be seen. Within that, I feel that my place is to keep shining the light of multiculturalism and inclusion. I think that a great deal of our societal problems of today stem from the fact that a part of our society, be it in the USA or elsewhere, doesn’t find their true place in it.
If I on daily basis spread the message of respect to everyone I come across, be it the barista, cleaning lady or bus driver, if I reach out to them with a friendly smile, a few words to acknowledge them being a part of my day, that will help everyone feel like their input is valued and needed. I know that this takes energy. The day isn’t always opportune to breathing out positivity. Yet, if I challenge myself to this task, I am the first one to reap the good fruit. A smile blesses the smiler first and foremost.
Today I inaugurate a mandate of daily positivity. I swear in with a desire to be the voice of encouragement. I am in control of my life. My individual actions matter. They are my precious daily doings – nothing counts more than that. I hope you’re down with me…
Fall isn’t my favorite season per se. So that brings up the necessity to boost my moods and doings. We took a day trip to a nearby town of Baie Saint Paul. I brought along a mini bottle of champagne that my husband gifted me with on my birthday. We sat on a sunny bench and savored our drinks prior to lunch at a locally famous smoked meat joint.
Hey peeps, Whazzup? I wish we had more interaction here on the blog. But maybe those days are bygone… Anyways, I’m enjoying the summer. Quebec is such a beautiful place to live in at this season. I’m taking deep breaths and sweetly gazing into the future, and the present, too.
Work is a lot slower at this time. Peeps don’t really want to take English lessons when the temps rise, and the city is full of outdoor activities. So I’m giving all my energy to the ones that still do come. I’m also developing new ideas for fall. Hopefully then my enterprise will soar again.
Today I’m hyped up since my sister is on her way to visit us. It’s been a long haul not connecting face to face. Tomorrow we’re off to Portland, Maine, so blogging from there will definitely follow.
What would you ask me if you saw me? Let’s go…
This dress is another of my cherished finds from Girls Only store in Soho, New York. I love to throw that glam, a little-over-the-top glimmer into my daily life. I’m just fine going teaching a class frocked like this. My students now expect nothing less of me.
Your style is your personal field – place where you express yourself. I don’t take fashion seriously. I just enjoy the game. I shop a little bit here and there. Never anything too expensive since I believe that creativity – making cheap stuff look like million bucks – suits me better than buying fancy frocks.
Toronto is a place where you can have fun with affordable shopping. The Eaton Center, a big downtown shopping mall, offers interesting stores and China and Korea towns can hide some pretty cool accessories. I had a blast visiting Toronto. It’s a city in full bloom. Lots of construction going on in various places. The feel was a lot like New York – with vibrancy and international influences.
Fall is here now so I accept it, and rejoice over my steaming Starbucks cup as well as tights that can come in different colors. In this outfit I went for black but I have other hues in store…
What’s your attitude towards fall?
Girls Only dress
Only a 15-minute drive away from Quebec City, we have Canada’s highest rapids – of course not the biggest, that would undoubtedly be Niagara Falls. Sebastien and I took my friend Leesa to see this marvel, along with the cute island of Orleans which is facing the rapids. We walked across the bridge over the hovering waters. On the Orleans island, we stopped at the southernmost tip’s must place, a legendary chocolate shop that drowns ice-cream and sorbet in chocolate. Needless to say, the strawberry sorbet ladled with dark chocolate was super yummy, especially when savored under the sun, sitting by the waterfront.
Summer just keeps on going here in Eastern Canada – and we are all thrilled for that. Maybe we’ll never get winter this year!
La Senaza top
G by Guess ballet flats
My friend, hubs and I ventured out to Red Rooster – a resto bar in Harlem owned by the African-born, Sweden-adopted, now America-living chef Marcus Samuelsson. I had a delish Harlem-inspired drink with crushed grapes, vodka and agave syrup accompanied by some mouth-watering spiced nuts. The restaurant is a bit pricey but the drinks and nibbles at the bar are affordable. The service was, to my taste, a bit too cold but maybe I was expecting a wrong thing. You know, that Harlem easygoingness.
My friend had heard about the new joint. I was glad when she showed clear passion in taking us there. I like when people get excited about something. It’s fun to hop along the ride. We first walked our way up in Central Park, then ended up finishing off by subway. Harlem was as lively as ever.
Decoration at Red Rooster. The baubles reminisce chef Marcus’ past and influences. He says that Harlem is the place where he finally feels at home.
This is what New York is about… embracing new drink and food experiences. Getting to know those talented folks that come here to find who they can be, the better version of themselves. Admiring their hardworkingness and perseverance. Learning from their example. Using that as a motivator.