Seeing two cities for the price of one? That's the beauty of a flight layover and it's a key strategy in how we see the world for less. In a recent post, we shared our best logistical tips and tricks for making the most of your layover time - and hopefully inspired some of you to embrace a layover on your next trip. But the 'two in one' concept is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to why we're in love with layovers. If you're still a bit hesitant about embracing them, if you're still not sure that it's worth the planning and preparation, I hope we can convince you otherwise!
Camping in the rain is not for the faint of heart but that didn't stop us!
Check out the crazy downpour of rain! We filmed this from our tent at Sandbanks Provincial Park, one of several wet and windy camping experiences we had this summer. And yet we keep coming back for more! So why, exactly, would anyone chose to go camping in the rain?
Well, I don't know if anyone actually WOULD chose to go camping in the rain but sometimes it's unavoidable. Often camping reservations are made months in advance and most of us don't have much flexibility when it comes to summer vacation plans. So come rain or sleet or shine, camping it is!
Have you ever read Garth Stein's book "The Art of Racing In The Rain"? It's a terrific read for anyone who loves travel and dogs and it always reminds me that there's a bit of an art to doing just about anything in the rain - even camping! Here are some important lessons I learned about doing it with good grace at Pittock Conservation Area near Woodstock, Ontario.
In a bookstore with a humongous reputation, there once lived a small cat...
Have you ever had a wonderful travel memory that started off on the wrong foot, literally? In the summer of 2003, I spent an extended weekend in Paris. Eager to prove my sophistication, I made my first (and, subsequently, my last) foray into the world of travelling with high heels. After all, what are $39.99 sales racks at Sears for if not for strutting across the city of love?
But camel coloured pleather kitten heels and Parisian heat waves don’t mix. By the time I arrived at my destination, the legendary Shakespeare and Company bookstore, I was a hot mess of sweat, dust, and half a dozen pulsating blisters, the smallest measuring in at an inch in diameter. My plans for a quick visit were quickly revised to spend as much time as possible perched among the cooling books. Little did I suspect a cat would cross my path and leave paw prints on my heart.
Sometimes in travel it all goes a bit sideways...
If you've ever woke up feeling like you have a horrible hangover, yet you had nothing to drink the night before, then you know exactly how I felt on day two of my trip to the Adirondacks. There was the headache (without the fun of any red wine the previous day), there was the sore stomach (was this the universe getting back at me for eating both pasta carbonara AND tiramisu?) and then there was the unmistakable shake and sweat of a low grade fever. I was SICK. Sick in the land of outdoor adventure and Olympic legacies and super healthy people. SICK.
There was no way I could join in the fun as my friends toured wineries and set out on epic hikes. Time for a change in plans! Fortunately by the time I arrived in Lake Placid, I was feeling a tiny bit better and was able to make the best of a queasy situation. Here's how I spent my lazy visit to Lake Placid.
Here's what's making September a happy month for me.
A final summer camping trip
Our first camping trip of the season left a bit to be desired, weather wise. The first day was ridiculously humid with an unprecedented level of insects. Day two saw an epic rain storm which led us to temporarily abandon the campground for several hours. We knew we needed a camping re-do so we could embrace the final days of summer. I'm so glad we had a last minute Labour Day weekend camping trip to Voyageur Provincial Park (Ontario) with friends. We had PERFECT summer weather - and it was nearly mosquito free! It makes me feel a bit better about the approaching autumn, knowing we had one last perfect summer experience.