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Pink sky

Pink Sky

As I was pet-sitting Maude and Beenie ALL ALONE in this big huge apartment I looked towards my right to see that the sky had turned pink. Luckily my camera was close by and I ran to the balcony to document the scene as it was happening!

Weather report! The temperature in Toronto has been super high for over a week with endless, nourishing sun. This all started on my birthday, April 30, and I took it as a sign that I am the messiah.

Unfortunately, the rain moved in yesterday and it brought a drop in heat, but it’s welcome relief, for now. The next five days are supposed to be cooler with a return to above seasonal temperatures by Wednesday, or something like that.

For those who think that Canada is besieged in snow most of the year I would like to set the record straight. In Toronto, at least, the first snowfall usually occurs in November or December, and with it below zero degree temperatures. Usually February and March are the hardest months because the days are shorter, and of course colder with a snowstorm thrown in here and there for good measure. But we tend to offset this by drinking a lot of alcohol and throwing house parties. April brings Spring showers and by May we’re experiencing summer warmth that lasts well into October.

And then comes Autumn, which is usually the most beautiful time of the year because the leaves change colour and the city is… well… the city is stunning. Not to mention cottage country, which has to be experienced first-hand to be believed.

Nothing better than sitting by the fireplace, getting drunk on cheap beer and passing out naked.

Ahhhh.. Canada. I salute you!

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Indigo is his own, blue always knew it

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Thanks for all the wonderful birthday wishes yesterday. I don’t celebrate by throwing a party, rather I prefer to drink a bottle of red wine all alone and pass out on the floor. It’s my thing.

In all seriousness, I had a nice day. I left work at noon and sat on a patio by myself enjoying a beer (Rolling Rock if you’re interested) when a complete stranger sat next to me. He kept going on and on about his life, and inevitably the topic turned to sex. He was one of those early disclosures and I was being held hostage.

In 20 minutes I learned that he lost all his teeth to cancer, that he was Jewish and that he recently moved to Toronto from Ottawa. Three months to be exact.

Then he explained how reserved and cold Torontonians are, and sensing my hesitation to speak with him, he told me that I was an introvert. I explained that I wasn’t, that I was simply enjoying some alone time — making no mention that it was my birthday — and that sometimes people appear cold because they prefer to be alone, and are caught off guard when a stranger starts to speak to them.

This didn’t deter him. He kept touching me, trying to feel my muscles, and then made observations about my face, which were unwarranted. I asked him to stop touching me, that I don’t like when people I don’t know invade my personal space. He kept asking me if he could buy me a shot, or another beer, but I politely declined his persistent offers. Then, out of no where he started to “woof” at men as they passed by on the street.

I was shocked that anyone would actually bark at another human being, but he clearly thought this was appropriate. I said to him about one particular gentleman he seemed to fancy, “Maybe you can go and speak to him,” to which he responded, “I’m too shy.”

Just not shy enough to bark at him. Anyway, I got up, paid for my beer, shook his hand and excused myself from his presence.

People! Here are some photographs I took from a recent visit to Riverdale Farm. Enjoy.

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51 dead in La Plata

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This is me in La Plata, Argentina last year. Torrential rains buried the province of Buenos Aires in water this week and La Plata was the hardest hit, with over 50 deaths. La Plata is the provincial capital and one of the highlights of my time in Argentina. I always looked forward to my visits there, and I was saddened to hear of the devastation many of the locals have experienced.

The federal government is usually very generous in times like these, so I hope that the families will receive subsidies, especially for the local businesses who may have been effected.

My thoughts are with everyone there. It always bothers me when regions with limited means are brought asunder by natural causes. It doesn’t seem fair.

But if there’s one thing I can count on, it’s the strength of spirit of Argentines. They can withstand anything, and they have.

Red Frog Beach

Red Frog Beach

Protection from the sun with a Red Frog Beach baseball cap!

Red Frog Beach is near Bocas Bound, the hostel that I’m currently staying at. The hostel isn’t that great but the beach is perfection. This morning I rose to the sound of heavy rain, got dressed, had breakfast, went for a run and then cooled down by the water. I haven’t done that since 2001. It wasn’t terribly busy early in the morning either, and while I was leaving to head back to the hostel I passed numerous beach goers rising for a day of sun on the sand.

The only problem is that it hasn’t been that sunny. Because we’re in the rainforest it rains every morning and evening — the humidity is too stifling, so for me, the heavy rain is a welcome change. Luckily for the kids the sun usually breaks through in the afternoon and when it does, watch out. Yesterday the temperature clocked in at 42 degrees Celsius.

The best part about the beach is the bar, Punta Lava, with a great selection of beer and some wine, it also serves some mighty great food — if you’re not a vegetarian! I’ve been eating mostly beans and rice. But sometimes they surprise me with something spectacular to eat, and it makes the starvation tolerable.

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They have warned us about “killer waves” — Rip tides, and we’ve certainly felt them

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Busy ants at work, can you see them?

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Abandoned steps

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Punta Lava is where the nightlife is at

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Punta Lava, in all its glory

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Lots of activities!

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In the rainforest. I’m trying to lose 10 pounds so we’ll see how that goes. I want to be leaner.

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Rockin’ the speedo, and a nice farmer’s tan!

Panamanian values

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The Panama School where our community service will take place

I’m a little surprised by the poverty in Panama. I think it might be worse than what I observed in Moshi, Tanzania. An American company has bought 70% of Bocas Del Toro land in the hopes of attracting snowbirds normally bound for Florida. The problem is that they care little about the indigenous people who take pride in the small, sparse communities that they have created and have no lofty hopes of being saved by Westerners who believe that their way of life is envied by those who don’t have it.

The Cafeteria

The Cafeteria

Many of the Americans who are vacationing on this island have no knowledge of its native inhabitants, and they simply don’t care. They are willfully ignorant, and believe that a Western lifestyle is some sort of salvation. I beg to differ.

When I travel to sub-developed countries I am continually reminded of how over-stimulated Canadians are. They demand instant gratification, with little thought given to the consequences of their selfish actions. If they are not entertained for each minute of the day, they quickly become bored. I’ve been plugged in to the Internet off and on since I arrived, but I wouldn’t argue that it has made my life any more efficient, in fact, I’m kind of a slave to the technology that we insist makes our lives easier.

Teacher's house

Teacher’s house

The other adults who I am travelling with are never without their smart phones or tablets, and it’s been challenging eliciting any stimulating conversation from them at the dinner table because they would rather keep in touch with their cyber universe. I am quick to point out that they will return home in a week, and to be present in their current environment. But they don’t listen to me.

Education on Bocas Del Toro is sub par to say the least. This is definitely a hyper-relaxed area of the country and children tend to go to school for only two hours a day, and if it rains, classes are cancelled. We’re in the rainforest after all. Teachers educate a class of multiple age groups, so the students don’t get the specialized attention that they need to advance, but then again, why bother — there isn’t a lot of opportunity.

The view from Panama School

The view from the school

What strikes me most is how quiet, reserved and proud the Panamanian people are. They prefer being by themselves and are naturally skeptical of outsiders, especially those intent on exploiting their land in the name of Western values.

We take for granted how free our children are to be goofy, to develop their own personalities. To be spoiled. In countries like Panama the children begin work at a young age and never have the adolescence, that now in places like Canada, extends well into our 30s.

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The playground, built by volunteers like us

It’s a scary world we live in. And it’s frightening how so many individuals in North America and other developed regions believe that they are somehow more valuable based on where they were born, as though perhaps they did something right in a previous life. Most countries achieved their wealth by less than ethical means, sure they have economic freedom (and even that is arguable considering global debts), but do they have morals?

Though I am a believer in democracy, I think it’s incorrect to assume that little office factory workers, and their lack of perspective, is worthy of emulating, or that it will benefit those in countries where the land is more valuable than currency. I think we have a lot to learn about being still and respecting the earth, and Panamanians can lead us in that lesson.

For now we’ll continue to visit these countries and snap our pictures and pretend that we’re worldly.

My vegetarian meal

My vegetarian meal

Life in Toronto is good

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No matter where I go, and I have been fortunate enough to have travelled extensively, I am eternally grateful to call Toronto home. It is by far, the greatest city on this planet, full of decent, kind-hearted, diverse individuals. I have been beyond lucky to live here. Perhaps in a previous life, I did something right.

It’s February and an extreme cold weather alert has been issued by Environment Canada for the Greater Toronto Area. The snow has been falling since the early afternoon but I’ve never felt so warm and nourished. Canada is a fair country, affording equal rights to each and every citizen. I’m overly, pathetically proud to be Canadian. And Toronto, with its restaurants, night-life and efficiency is second to none. Yay Toronto!

Because I’m such a complainer it might come as a surprise to my readers that I love to take long walks in the rain and snow, and so this evening, even with the extreme temperatures, I strolled downtown, and took a few photographs.

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Buenos Aires clouds

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It’s been a hot summer in Buenos Aires with temperatures nearing 40 °C. It’s made for some interesting weather patterns. When I lived there I observed a lot of spectacular lightning flashes. You could always depend on the rain to offer a reprieve from the dry, lingering heat. Being a person who adores walks in the rain, I was always happy when the sky began to darken, and the clouds took centre stage.

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Another Toronto snowstorm

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A lot of snow fell in Toronto today. Yay.

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Pumpkin milanesa a la napolitana

Pumpkin milanesa a la napolitana

So last week I had strep throat. When I get sick it’s rarely the flu or the common cold. Nope, it’s strep throat. I started a course of antibiotics (which I do not like to do) and finish them today. Unfortunately yesterday morning I started to feel a nasal drip in the back of my nose, and I immediately knew what was happening: Sinus infection. Which is another illness I am commonly afflicted with.  Unfortunately I am genetically prone to sinus infections and migraines. I love my genes (sense sarcasm).

I am at home trying to nurse myself back to good health. I do not like to call in sick to work. First I’m always afraid that my employer will think that I’m making it up, as people are wont to do. Definitely not me though. Never. But three sick days in two weeks doesn’t look very good while my colleagues are working their asses off. I never get sick, but these past three months have taken a huge toll on my health. One day last month I woke up and couldn’t feel my body. That’s right, my body was numb. It went away as quickly as it came, but that was a strange day.

I’m comforted by the knowledge that the worst thing you can do when you’re sick is to go to work. First, you’ll prolong your illness by a few days and potentially contaminate others. Sinus infections are usually viral, triggered by a cold, or in my case, strep throat. Even on antibiotics you can get a sinus infection, because antibiotics are prescribed to treat bacterial infections. I’m just informing you, for future reference. Randomocity.

Anyway, Toronto is in the midst of winter and it’s usually around this time of year that people are infected with odd diseases. February is always a rough month because it represents the last month of cold weather and the emergence of spring in March.

There is nothing more special than spring and summer in Toronto. There’s so much to do and so many people to do it with. All this thought of warm weather reminds me that Argentina is currently enjoying their summer. I remember the heat vividly. I couldn’t drink a glass of red wine in Buenos Aires without getting a huge headache and for a long time I blamed my tolerance, but then over time I realized that it was the heat that was causing the pain, and drinking alcohol simply dehydrated me more quickly. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

One of the best culinary experiences in Argentina is milanesa, a common breaded cutlet dish. Most importantly it can be vegetarian, using eggplant, soy, or even pumpkin. Milanesa is primarily found in South American countries, and rarely disappoints the taste buds. Ramiro made me my first eggplant milanesa. I visited heaven that night. The next day I tried to replicate his recipe, to disastrous results.

This brings me to an update. I am going to be visiting Bocas Del Toro, Panama for two weeks in March. I have bought myself a speedo and plan on reading on the beach while checking out all the hotties. I have never had a beach holiday in my life, and this was planned a couple of years ago so there’s no way out of it. Unfortunately I have to take unpaid leave from work, which makes me look worse in the eyes of my colleagues, I’m certain.

One more announcement! My Globe and Mail essay will be published February 11, both online and print. An illustration was even commissioned to accompany my words! It’s a full-page article, and I’m very proud of it. Check the Facts and Arguments section next Monday. For those of you unfamiliar, the Globe and Mail is Canada’s newspaper of record, like the New York Times in the United States.

Cignelli out suckers.

Buenos Aires sky

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