Saturday, 28 March 2015

Finding (the) Netherland(s)

My three week Easter break has officially begun, and a break was certainly needed. I packed my bag, jumped on the bus (YEP! I did it - I took a freakin' bus!) and made my way to the airport on an early Sunday morning. I was about to embark on my very first bus tour. This trip would take me from Amsterdam to Paris, with a stay in Bruges and a quick peek of Brussels. I was pretty excited to get away!

When I arrived at the Amsterdam airport, it brought back some wonderful memories of my voyage to and from Ghana last year. I remembered how hot the water felt after not having had access to warm water for several months, and how bright it was. Thankfully this time around, this wasn't an issue for me. Instead I boarded the public bus and made my way towards the Museum District of the city, where my hotel was located.

I got slightly lost on my walk to the hotel, but I enjoyed taking in the sights - the beautiful buildings, the presence of tress, the people wandering and, of course, the bikes. Getting lost is really the best way to explore a place, as you usually end up in areas you wouldn't ordinarily find yourself. However in this case, it directed me to the exact place I was wanting to go!

I didn't stay long once I checked in. I grabbed my camera and made my way throughout Amsterdam, zig-zagging up and down the streets and along the canals. It was so beautiful. I instantly felt this wonderful vibe. Mind you, that could have just been the result of a certain scent found all over this city. Interestingly, I felt pretty relaxed around that same time...

The first picture of the trip...not to shabby!
I had initially intended to pay a visit to the Anne Frank House after much debate between spending my first afternoon in Amsterdam there or jumping on a train for The Hague to visit Madurodam. But, when I arrived, the line-up was massive and wasn't moving anytime soon, so I passed and decided to just get lost again, instead. Sorry, no pictures here folks - it just didn't seem right.

Getting lost was the right decision. I really enjoyed walking along the canals. I found it amazing how many incredible churches were to be found tucked away almost out of sight. For the most part, I felt like I was back in Venice, but with vehicles and intense cyclists, and less the ever-present fear of being wiped out by sea-level rise*.


Westerkerk

On my way back, I took a nice, long stroll in Vondelpark. It was a Sunday afternoon, and unlike many of the parks back home, it was filled (FILLED!) with people of all ages, shapes and sizes. Families were playing and picnicking with their small children, elderly couples were walking hand-in-hand, several groups were playing soccer and catch, many were doing just as I was - walking around, enjoying the outdoors - and everyone else was biking.



This is how I selfie.
That evening, the group I would be spending the next several days with met for drinks and dinner. I quickly learned that of the 23 of us, I was the only Canadian. BUT, I was not the youngest, and I wasn't the oldest. From first impressions, it looked like we had a good mix of people, and my apprehension of partaking in a bus tour soon faded away.

View from my room
The next morning, we all boarded the bus, and began a 'Coles Notes' tour of Amsterdam. I recognized many of the places I had walked past the day before. Then we jumped on a boat and spent the next hour on the canals.

I found Nemo! ...bet that one's been done a few times too many!
Actually, this is the city's Science Centre. 


If there's one thing Amsterdam needs, it's gotta be bicycles.
As you can see in this photograph, they're running short.
Central Station
Next we jumped back on the bus, where we made our way to a nearby town called, Volendam. On route, we made a pitstop at a cheese farm and clog making shop. And really, if ever there is a "best kind of farm" a cheese one must certainly be up there!


Clog makin'
A windmill just outside of Volendam. 
Volendam




The rest of the afternoon was free time. I went in a different direction from the previous day, with a few spots in mind, but ultimately put away my map and wandered. I did eventually find the flower market, which was mostly bulbs, but it was pretty neat to see nonetheless. I also returned to Dam Square.

The Rijksmuseum, or the National Museum 

One of many amazing and well-hidden churches I stumbled across

The flower market
Dam Square



In the evening some of us did an optional tour which consisted of one of the best and ginormous meals of my life (at which I learned Canadian hodgepodge is nowhere near the Dutch version, but equally delicious!). Then we walked throughout the Red Light District, which was...interesting. It was really quite amazing how low-key it all seemed. I don't really know what I was expecting, but anyway.

Oh yeah, remember how I was going to go back to eating my allergy-friendly diet? Yeah, that went out the window almost immediately after landing. Coffee didn't take long to filter back in either (see what I did there...filter...because it's coffee?!?)...

-the Orange Canadian


*Degree to which the impending doom felt may be a slight exaggeration. 

Friday, 20 March 2015

Best first day of spring EVER!

This morning I woke up early half groggy, half motivated. It's the first day of Spring, which for everyone except the Atlantic provinces of Canada, seem to be experiencing a typical Spring morning. You know, a bit cool, a bit sunny, no snow. But, this isn't just any first day of spring, it also happens to coincide with a partial (for those of us in England) solar eclipse!

Here's what it looked like outside at 7:30 am:

By "what it looked like outside" I think I meant "what the sun was looking like"
Just after 8:00 am, I pretty much took over the kitchen, setting up my video camera in hopes of capturing the big event. It was strange to see so many people standing around outside at this point - particularly as it was clear they'd been out there for a while. As the time of the eclipse grew closer, the crowds also began to gather!

I wonder how many people skipped classes to witness this?
Also, I've decided I'd like to be a spy...
The action didn't really begin until closer to 9:00 am, or perhaps a little bit after.



Eventually my camera battery died, but I captured a good portion of it all. Unfortunately, it didn't take to well to the extreme sun blaring at it. So, fair warning, if you're gonna check out the video below, know that some of it is good, most of it is a bit blurry. Either way, it's been time-lapsed.


If you managed to survive that, well done. Here's a few more shots of the eclipse. It's pretty unreal!

If you look closely, you can see it through all the clouds. Thanks, Manchester... 

Just as I was calling it quits.
Now, for all of you Nova Scotians, be sure to check out the lunar eclipse happening on April 4th at 6:30(ish)am! Also, I hope the snow melts away soon without causing too much damage. Well, I hope for no damage at all, really, but I think you get what I'm saying.

I hope everyone has a Happy Spring! I'm going on break in a few days, so I'll return soon with more tales of various adventures abroad.

Be well,

-the Orange Canadian

Sunday, 15 March 2015

"It's only about a 15 minute walk"

There comes a time in one's life, when you have to consider the value of exercise over convenience. No, I am not about to rant about Western society's obsession with all things 'quick-and-easy.' No. I'm going to tell you a little story about the time I went to an Indian buffet*.

It was a sunny, Sunday afternoon in Manchester...okay, so it was today. As part of a delayed Holi celebration, a group of GKH residents made their way to an Indian buffet restaurant not too far from the hall. I met up with some pals, and we made out way there via bus (BUS!). The organizer of this event, was sitting next to me. She assured everyone that it would only be a brief walk - 15 to 20 minutes tops, so I was a little confused by the decision to take the bus. But, wanting to go with the flow, I jumped on, found a seat, and thought nothing much of it after that.


There were about 20 of us in total, and we had an enjoyable feast of many chicken dishes (there were a few vegetarian ones, as well, along with beef and lamb, but it was predominantly chicken). For an "all-you-can-eat" scenario, I must admit, I didn't pull my usual sloth-like behaviour. I felt two plates was sufficient - after all, there's only so much chicken one can consume at any given time. We shared many laughs, took a few photos and then called it a day.

Now, by this point, we had determined that this 15-20 minute estimation was a little inaccurate. The bus ride, alone was close to 15 minutes. So, not one to accept an opportunity to find the truth, I convinced** a good majority of the group to walk back, rather than take the bus. But, this wasn't going to be any walk back home -no - this was going to be a timed walk home.

And so we walked... we chatted, laughed, "sprinted," sang, rode imaginary bicycles in the bike lanes, we even played a quick game of tag with the bus the rest of the group took home, and eventually we made it back safe and sound.

...Eventually. 46 minutes and 39 seconds later.

Now to be fair, we walked, as a group, much slower than I would have walked had I been on my own,  but I certainly wouldn't have made it back in 15-20 minutes. Maybe half an hour.

But what do you do after stuffing your face with delicious Indian dishes? Why, you go for Falafel of course!

-the Orange Canadian

*Note: No Indians were consumed at this dinner. 
 **Accuracy of me convincing the group to participate in the walk back, may differ from the actual situation. 

Friday, 13 March 2015

The Great Pen Dilemma of 2015: Revisited

One week ago today, I was having an exisPENtial* crisis. Well, folks, I'm happy to report that after far too much thought, the Great Pen Dilemma of 2015 has come to a close. I've opted for the multi-pack. Because, if I'm going to have to switch up my ink colour, I might as well make a rainbow out of it!

Note the black, red and green pens, in addition to my preferred ink colour of choice - blue.
I hope you've all learned a valuable lesson here - be PENtient**, and take the time to INK** about any important decisions you have to make. After all the answers aren't always write*** in front of you!  

-the Orange Canadian

*Get it? It's a pen pun! IT ISN'T FUNNY IF I HAVE TO EXPLAIN IT!
**Still got it... I'm makin' pen puns in aPUNdance! 
***Too much?

Sunday, 8 March 2015

This could get ugly...

Friends, family, and readers alike, this is a story about growing up.

Today, I made and drank my last cup of coffee for a while. I'd say forever, but let's be honest, that's not likely to happen.


Four years ago I sat in the office of my naturopath. After months of 'trial and error' it was finally determined that I was allergic to all things cow and soy. The former was far more heartbreaking news than the latter.

The path to receiving this diagnosis was long. My whole life I have struggled with weight, insomnia, depression and anxiety. I tried various diet schemes, exercise programs, counselling, medications and none of it seemed to work. So, when I started running six years ago I started to change how and what I ate. I made a wonderful group of friends all working towards the same goal of becoming "runners." We met two or three times a week and it was amazing! But, I wasn't loosing weight. I was eating better and exercising more than I'd ever done before. And I thought, what am I doing wrong? In September of 2010, I began to seek the answer to this question, and it turns out many of the issues I faced growing up were directly linked to the foods I was consuming.

During the first meeting with my naturopath I rhymed* off what felt like every detail of my life. We discussed family medical history, the regularity of my bowel movements (7:24 am every morning, for the record, folks!), the length of my cycle - you name it, it was noted. The funny thing was that when I was asked why I was there I answered with because I want to loose weight, and I don't understand why my efforts aren't working. I can't remember exactly how he, my naturopath, responded, but it was basically something along the lines of, "that's not actually why you're here - that's only a symptom of whatever the issue is." And, I will admit, I was slightly skeptical of whatever diagnosis this guy was going to give me. I didn't see how admitting the frequency of cataracts in my grandparents had anything to do with my inability to slim down - and it didn't. BUT, a single life event, for which I felt was completely unrelated, did. Mononucleousis. Yep, that bad boy changed my life forever. Not only did it cancel my first major attempt at travelling to Africa, but it also became 'the tell' for many of my health-related issues.

So, here's the basic breakdown of how the cow/soy allergy works**. There are no similar proteins found in cows (and like animals - so goats, sheep and buffalo) and humans. When we consume one of these tasty creatures, our white blood cells attack it and they break it down, no problem. However, my DNA is shaped similarly to that of the cow protein. So, when I consume a nice, juicy blue steak, covered in butter sautéed onions and mushrooms not only do my white blood cells go to work on the cow protein, but also my DNA. This results in a wide range of problems such as replicating the symptoms of Mono, depression, increased anxiety, insomnia, eczema outbreaks, decreased concentration, and an inability to lose weight. Up until I removed these items from my diet, I was sick and tired of constantly being sick and tired. All of the things I struggled with growing up were the result of my love of beef.

Additionally, I suffer (...well, to be fair, those around me suffer more than I probably do) from something called Estrogen Dominance. This is where the soy allergy comes in. Soy is a natural source of estrogen. Too much estrogen makes for incredibly bitchy ladies, particularly around a certain time of the month (THEIR PERIODS!). But, the cow protein allergy also plays a role here. Fun Fact: the consumption of dairy contributes to much of the negative associations of the menstrual cycle - cramps, bitchiness, the irrational emotional meltdowns over absolutely nothing (I have a whole other rant on my conspiracy of the dairy industry, but perhaps I'll save that for another post). Technically, a woman shouldn't know when she's about to start until she goes to the washroom (unless she's tracking her cycle)***.

But, what does this have to do with me breaking up with my longtime love, coffee? Well, the caffeine places added stress on all of the things already on high-alert in my body. My adrenal gland for one. My nervous system for another.

Over the first year or so on 'the diet' I slowly reintroduced coffee into my life. I have successfully gone from drinking multiple pots (yes, I said 'pot' plural-ed) to one single cup, every morning to start my day. For the most part, I think this has been okay, so long as I kept the rest of my dietary restrictions in check. My addiction to coffee is more about the process and routine of making it rather than the energy boost I gain from drinking it. But, I'm coming up on nearly two years of being off the rails, and I'm really starting to feel it. I'm struggling to concentrate, my sleep patterns are all over the place, and my anxiety is getting me to the point where I have a difficult time working up the courage to get out of bed, or even get groceries. It's time to make a change. It's time to start feeling better. But mostly, it's time to really let myself heal and move forward - not on, but forward.

Today makes 'Day 7' of not consuming any cow or soy products, and tomorrow will mark 'Day 1' of no caffeine. So take warning, my friends, this could get ugly. But, hopefully in the 4-6 weeks it will take to start seeing some progress, I will begin to return to my 'normal' self.

Until next time,

-the Orange Canadian

*Note: Facts may not have actually rhymed. 
**I am not a medical professional, and am only using the facts passed on to me through this experience. 
***Again, not a doctor, but the information I received from my naturopath, and my own experiences and those of other ladies that I know of who have removed these products from their diet certainly lead me to believe this to be true. 

Friday, 6 March 2015

The Great Pen Dilemma of 2015

Well, I've reached a new low point in my life today. I found myself standing in front of the pen selection in Wilko debating for far too long over whether or not I should buy a particular pack of pens. You see, when I find a pen I like, I tend to stick with it until it is no longer available for purchase (which happens more frequently than I'd like to admit...which...I guess I just did...). But, I also really only like to use pens with blue ink. I'm not really sure why, but that's my deal.

So, here I am. It's a sunny Friday afternoon in Manchester. I'm standing in front of a wall filled with various styles of writing utensils, when I spot them. The Paper Mate InkJoy 100 1.0M. I feel my heart racing, I'm excited - the adrenaline is kicking in. I go in for the grab and realize, that pack of blue pens has a green one in it! PANIC! My options have both narrowed and increased all in the same moment. The 'all blue pen' option isn't there, which means I'm left with two choices: do I buy the mix pack, which includes a few blue, several black, and both a red and green OR do I go solid and commit to a new colour? I know - it's just a pen. But, it's not. I have a connect with my current pen choice. We've been through a semester and a bit together. We've written notes home, and far too many reminder stickie-notes together. And in that moment I'm like:


After being overwhelmed by the self-inflicted pressure to make a pen choice, without careful consideration of my options, I took a deep breath and decided to look at the nearby stationary store. And folks, this is when my brain broke.

I walked in to the store. The entire staff was dressed as Waldo, of 'Where's Waldo' fame. This has me slightly confused, but I bounce back and focus on the task at hand: finding blue pens. I get to the wall of pens, and there, in the bottom, left, middle-ish is a beautiful, shiny 10 pack of the Paper Mate InkJoy100 1.0M...in blue! The excitement builds once more! I politely ask the sir standing in front of them to move, when I see the price - double that of the first place. DOUBLE! And it's like:


The world closes in on me. Math is flooding my brain. The consumer in me wants those pens... I need them (well, I kind of do, I only have one left in my stash!). BUT, I'm cheap, and I cannot justify paying the difference. But then I begin to rationalize by thinking why were the other one's cheaper...maybe by paying extra it means that the true cost of those pens is taken into consideration. And then that leads me to conclude that there is NO way that the environmental factors will even remotely be a part of this higher price tag, and that the difference is most likely attributed to buying power...and then I become angry that I can't just buy the freakin' pens, because I'm trying to sort out what the difference in cost is really about, and how much fresh, clean water has been wasted in their production and transportation, or what habitats have been destroyed all so I can have these 10 'magical' pens, or who was working in the plant manufacturing them and under what conditions!!!!

*takes deep breath*





So, I left the store...pen-less. Guilt free. Exhausted.

Happy Full Moon Everyone!

-the Orange Canadian

Wednesday, 4 March 2015

One year of the Orange Canadian!

It's hard to believe, but it has officially been one full year since I launched this blog! Here's a recap of what the past year has brought:
  • I introduced myself
  • Got accepted to multiple Master's programs, and ultimately decided on the University of Manchester
  • Graduated from my undergraduate degree
  • I realized my dream of going to Africa, by volunteering in Ghana for three short months
  • Returned home and readjusted to life in Canada
  • Moved to Manchester, UK
  • Had a slight breakdown
  • Started my Masters degree
  • Made some amazing friends
  • Travelled on my own, with friends and even my step-dad, Scott
  • Debated the true meaning of The Giving Tree
  • Discovered 'snomesickness'
  • Turned 30
  • Participated in my first ever Chinese New Year
  • And, so much more!
And, if that's not enough, here's a little video to recap it all! ...well, most of it!

I find it interesting how viewership has varied from month to month. Oddly enough, July had been my 'most successful' month, until February happened. February. The shortest month of the year! Within this time, readership went from being strictly within North America to all over the world!

The "Top 10" countries that follow the blog!
Thanks so much to everyone who has supported and encouraged me to keep this going. I've appreciated all of your comments and feedback! It truly is a lot of fun to post about the random goings on in my life and head. Here's to another adventure-driven year ahead!

-the Orange Canadian