Our Texas trip started with the funky city of Austin. The town isn’t very big but definitely worth a stopover. We enjoyed three things: strolling in the University of Texas campus, visiting the Texas Capitol Building and learning more about the Texan history at the Texas History Museum. Did you know that Texas was independent for nine years before deciding to join the USA?
Austin also has a lively bar and music scene. We passed by some inviting looking places. We opted for a coffee shop hangout at a stylish Starbucks at a Hilton Hotel complex. We went to the riverside and then bought dinner to enjoy at our Airbnb. We used the bus system which was a nice relief after a long day walking and exploring.
On our first night in Boston we took a leisurely walk around the nearby reservoir. Our Airbnb in Boston’s Brookline was an awesome place. We shared the sky lighted top floor, waking up to the spring budding nature and rays of sunlight. The house was a magical family home and our host Hilary had just started airbnbing so she was as excited as us about our visit.
We got to savor oven hot scones for breakfast along with interesting conversations about things like the current American politics. At night we were welcomed to share a glass of red – offer upon which I naturally couldn’t say nay. Boston had us walk a lot, but that’s how I roll anyway.
Tomorrow I’m headed to Montreal but I’ll keep them Boston stories coming in the future. I still got a some cool pics and stories to share. If you want to follow my Montreal adventure, hop over to Instagram. My goal is to post my first ever “My Story” video.
I found this sweater on Broadway in Soho, NYC. The mural is in Lower East Side. That’s where I slept. My hubs spotted the graffiti and insisted we venture out there to shoot. I wear my flag shirt with pride. It’s the perfect sweater for an English teacher. I carry the American spirit preciously in my heart. It’s part of who I am.
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I have so many good memories of life lived in the U.S. So many dear friends met. Stateside or outside. America to me is the land where my heart feels contented.
The past three years spent in Canada have taught me a lot about the silent northern neighbor. Life here is very much equivalent to the one south of the border. Social issues seem to be better handled. Gun problems don’t really exist.
Adjusting to a place and making it home takes a while. Every time. Packing my life up and coming to Canada was my third international move. I thought I had it all nailed down. Not quite so. Quebec City challenged me by being different from what I had expected – even though I tried my best to not have had preconceived ideas. They are really hard to avoid. Anticipating the times to come is part of being a human.
Three years post our move from Paris, I’m getting truly used to this Frenchified America. French Canada is actually a neat and unique combination of France and America. Nowhere else will you find this mix. Fashion happens here. Big time. Why? Because I, for one, make it happen. Whatever you long for, invite it in. Do you best to have it. Embrace it. Cherish it.
This Friday I will be hosting a soiree at my place – Quebec City Glamour Night. We’ll dine with wine and do color analysis (a cool site I found here as our guide). I’ll shoot pics for the blog featuring the outfits we’ve chosen according to everyone’s unique color maps. After that we’ll head out clubbing.
So yep, my American dream is going on strong. I’m doing what I feel in my heart to be the right thing to do at the moment. I have a reason to be here, right now, and I’m hugging that arms open. Heart full of American spirit, body energized by enthusiasm.
The Atlantic Coast… Storms rumbling. We all sticking together, trying to encourage and to help. My heart goes out to those who are suffering.
Smiling in the midst of hardships. I’ve had my own struggles these last days. Somehow, I still have tons to work on in regards of self-esteem. Here is a video on the topic by my dear friend Anne-Sophie. She’s written a book, too.
If I’m teaching and don’t do a perfect job – and all the time – somehow I cannot but beat myself up for it afterwards. Why can’t I just let go and relax?
My husband says I try to be perfect. And that it is not possible. Imperfection, I admit, is hard for me to bear. From myself. I’m not at all that judgmental towards others.
Being fully alive and loving yourself unconditionally. Now, that is a master goal.
Any thoughts you’d love to share? Kiss…
Helsinki vintage shirt, Pimkie skinny jeans, Bata sneakers, Russian vintage scarf
Yesterday I spent the sweetest of afternoons, hanging out at Starbucks, chatting away with my newly found friend. Sharing life’s precious events, hopes and aspirations.
This outfit is about a foamy latte top, flirting with the oh-so-chic season’s staple – skinny jeans. The figure huggingness of them continues to enchant. We ladies feeling good in our skin.
Is life about living sweetly? I know I sure need my daily syrupy fix. On Friday it was a chocolate chip cookie, yesterday banana-chocolate chip bread. Both à la *Bucks… you guessed it. My second living-room that is. I should really get their card.
Still dancing to lure emotions out.
New Quebec City friendships ground me here in such a marvelous way.
City chic… you know I love.
Attitude… urban girl. I am still working on that enterprise of mine. Starting small, but enthusiastic. I’ll be teaching English on my own account here in Quebec City. Tailored courses. Inspiration at the center.
I love to teach. I love to make my students find the tick of life. We all have unique lives and talents.
Dreaming and making things come true. Being present to my feelings. Having the courage to face them. Spreading joy around me. Daily, and through the Net. Good goals. Yet a bit further after this moment, then another.
H&M lace top, Pimkie skinny jeans, Gap leo ballet flats, Mango purse