Italia 2012

Italia 2012
Roman Colosseum & Ruins. Rome, Italy

Cycling on Hvar Island, Croatia

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Hi, welcome to my blog. This is the place where I often retreat to share reflections, thoughts, opinions, & rants...links, movie recommends & photos! Feel free to add your thoughts and opinions.


"Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired."
Mother Teresa

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Sardinia, Basque Country and Northern Spain

Arriving in Dorgali, Sardinia

Taking a break ~ Procida Island, Italy  © 2012 Amy Lee


An amazing and wonderfully created website by the amazingly talented Amy Lee of our summer 2011 travel adventures
http://www.lurgee.ca/travel/italy_spain/ITES_Day1.html


For more photos on Sardinia:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gigglesyee/sets/72157628616418263/
For more photos of Basque Country:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gigglesyee/collections/72157629078459231/
At Pearson waiting to leave on a jetplane....destination: Roma, Italia

Friday, January 27, 2012

Summer of '08 Gone By ~ W. Europe + Morocco

Initially posted on Facebook [Notes] on December 31, 2008
Excerpts and transcripts taken directly from my personal travel journal
In late July, I departed for the "meat" part of my summer vacation & headed to W. Europe & Morocco.
My adventures included stops in:
Spain Madrid, Segovia, Valencia, Barcelona, & Malaga
Morocco Chefchaouen, Fes, & Marrakesh
Portugal Faro, Portimao, & Lisbon
Sicily Salemi, Palermo
Modes of Transportation included:
ferry, taxi, car, train, bus, tram
Some memorable highlights:
succumbed to & became a well accomplished beach bum!
Never before have I visited so many beaches. Not being a lover of beaches, I must confess I did pretty well in going with the flow and chilling under the hot European sun!
We hit beaches in Valencia, Barcelona, the Algarve of southern Portugal and Sicily.
The mass exodus from the Spanish enclave of Meilla (which is on the Moroccean side) to the Moroccean governed territory of Nador was one thrilling, scary & nerve-wracking experience all rolled up into this multi-layered experience! First, let me start off by saying that we had started our day by leaving early from our Malaga pension to catch the ferry to Meilla (Spanish enclave on Moroccean side). The ferry ride was a few hours. I mostly slept because we had to get up early that morning & I had still felt tired. Now, picture an exodus, a "mass" exodus that is, where all you see is people!!! In fact, a sea of people carrying their many loads, bags & packages. Then, picture also cars, a huge line-up of cars with the same intentions of wanting to enter into Morocco! We lined up like all the others. The line-ups weren't too long but there was only one poor soul in the Passport Control booth! There were many other plains clothes people who looked mighty suspect. I didn't know if they were the police or something other. Some Moroccean joe came up to us and wanted to "sell" us those custom papers that you fill out before entering a country! He asked us to give him our passports so that he could fill it out for us. Then, of course, he would ask for a fee. I declined & ignored the guy by getting & staying in line. Factor in the blistering heat into all this & you can imagine that the situation gets a little heated (no pun intended). When it comes to my turn, I'm relieved & just hope the control officer (he's wearing a legit uniform - whew!) can give me clearance to go! With all the hectic action happening, people everywhere, under that unforgiving sun, I thought to myself, please, please let us just get through! I felt like a person marching in a massive crowd of refugees seeking authorization to cross the border. And, actually, this is the very way of daily life for many people!
The coveted stamp
After close to an hour or so, we finally cleared through the various checkpoints & got our valid stamp to enter Morocco.
Once we pass the solider, we were met by oodles of people wanting to sell us everything from food, gum, to taxi services. In our state of still being overwhelmed & dripping with sweat, we kindly declined all advances. We needed to figure out how to exit this place! In due time, we figured out that we needed to get to a place called Nador. This is where we could catch long distance buses travelling to different locations in Morocco. We ended up deciding to get on a packed local bus with our big packs, in the blistering heat & head to the bus terminal. At the bus terminal, we were stuck in a few predicaments. We needed to get to Fes but that was a long shot since it was further south (we were in the north) and we had already dealt with an ordeal of a day getting into Morocco! Plus, we felt famished and didn't have a place booked to stay! So, destination unknown... This was hardcore backpacking at its best because we were scrambling with ideas & possibilities. We ended up deciding to go purchase tickets to Chefchaouen which was about a 4-6 hour drive from the bus terminal. We ended up waiting for a few hours before the bus was scheduled to depart. The terminal was suspect...many little shops selling food to eat, candies, clothing, shoes, bus tickets...We didn't speak French or Arabic so we had some communication problems because we had assumed the bus was coming earlier than it was scheduled to & was wondering about the delay??? Everywhere we went, we got the customary stares - it didn't matter if it were a kid or a senior. They all liked looking at the "foreigners". Ha! Finally, we ended up boarding the bus & took 4-6 hrs. before getting to Chefchaouen at 2 am in the morning! Thankfully, we did make one stop in the middle of the night in some small town to pick-up a quick bite & have a washroom break. Thankfully, I didn't have to use the washroom in the station because behind the closed door, let's just say, the light wasn't working & you couldn't see a thing! We ate what the locals ate...some sandwich thing..not sure what it was & it tasted a little "different"...let's just leave it at that...
The long bus ride was torturous. I couldn't sleep & it was extremely uncomfortable. The bus was quite cold. The constant zigzagging of the mountain switchbacks had us swinging like bowling pins about to fall. It also didn't help that we had been on the road for the whole entire day! The only positive note was that the shimmering stars & mountainous terrain was gorgeous to watch & in fact looked like a picturesque scene right out of a Hollywood movie set! We had finally arrived in Chefchaouen in the wee morning hours. We got off the bus with 4 other Moroccean young men. They were helping us look for the hostel where we had made a reservation. We got off and gathered our packs. The direction in which we were headed had one gigantic hill going up! After one super long day, that hill angered me & I just rolled my eyes in disbelief! Without exaggerating, that was one wicked incline, with all our gear and all. We had walked around in vain for what seemed like "forever" looking for our hostal. We finally found it & discovered that it was FULL! Since we got in a later time than we anticipated, I guess we lost our room & were brought to check out another place. Thankfully, the other place had a 3-bedroom which worked out fine for us. I quickly showered, conked out & disappeared into a deep, deep abyss of sleep.
We were now in Morocco & I'm glad we went to Chefchaouen because it was such a gorgeous town in the Rif mountains!
Since we were travelling in the dead of summer, the sun was intense & the heat nearly unbearable! This was another time that the hankerchief, aka hanky, came in handy & was most especially useful after we washed our hands from using the facilities. So..one of our travel rules was to always have a hankerchief on our person! Not having one would mean busting a serious "amateur move"!


The hospitality in Sicily
AA had some relatives in Salemi, Sicily so they hosted us & opened up their summer home for us to stay in. Let's just say that although Sicily was undeniably beautiful & we had a really amazing "homestay" (as we affectionately coined it) experience, our whole time there had its fair share of "drama".
The homemade food there was fantastic and the beaches were gorgeous!
The hospitality that we received was both remarkable & memorable!
All in all, my travel experience this summer was tremendously awesome! Backpacking has its elements of fun & excitement as well as its challenges of planning, organizing, being on top of things, researching etc. I find that in traveling there is so much beauty to soak in, cultural differences to gain insight and openly embrace, languages to appreciate, and age old traditions to learn & welcome. The reward is in the journey & there is so much to gain through travelling that it makes the whole experience so worth it!
An unforgettable experience!

Visit my photo collection of my Western Europe adventures
http://www.flickr.com/photos/gigglesyee/collections/72157629078563203/

Next destination: Perhaps touchdown in South America ~ Chile or Argentina?

Climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro - July 2007

Initially posted on Facebook [Notes] on March 21, 2009 

Excerpts and transcripts taken directly from my personal travel journal


A & C at Londrossi Gate as we prepare to head into Mt. Kilimanjaro National Park to begin our trek



On July 31, close to 9 in the morning, I made it to the rooftop of Africa by making it to Uhuru Peak of Mt. Kilimanjaro at 5,895 m. From our departure close to 11pm in the evening from Barafu base camp, it was the most difficult 8 hrs. or so of pure adrenaline, grit, determination & certainly God's grace, pushing me up to Uhuru Peak.
....Before the summit bid....I completed about 6 days of intensive hiking both in the mornings & afternoons. Our camps would be dead silent by 9 pm because everyone was busy resting and sleeping to refuel their energy & strength to continue on the next day's arduous climb...On the night of our summit bid, I didn't sleep at all probably because I was too excited anticipating the climb that lay some hours away...From around 11pm to 9am, we hiked for around 8 hrs. in the freezing alpine cold, struggling to catch our breath in the thinner air....meticulous about each step, strenuous, struggling to conquer my eternal optimism of "seeing the end"...
....After reaching the summit, I went back down to Barafu Camp (our base camp) to pack up our gear and head down to lower altitude because one of our climbing mates who didn't make it to the peak needed to get to lower altitude as he was experiencing chest pains...In the end, without resting at base camp and not being able to stomach much food, I hiked another 7-8 hrs. in total from Uhuru Peak to Mweka Camp (3,100 m) where we spent the night. I had been out hiking consistently pretty much for an excruciating 16 hrs. before we settled at Mweka Camp. My mood prior to reaching that camp was severely bent because I just wanted to reach camp and rest...maybe reflect on the monumental achievement that had just occurred hours ago...even if to capture & collect my thoughts. It seemed like an eternity before we did end up setting up camp for the night. And, to be quite frank, as we were nearing the camp, I came to a point where I almost succumbed to some "violent" tendencies and I felt like punching someone out!
I wrote this journal entry at Mweka Camp (3,100m) in the wee early morning (~5 am) hours the day after I made the summit. In my tent, I settled to chronicle my thoughts and feelings to capture the truest and most authentic moments of my climb:

Yesterday morning, God blessed me with a momentous opportunity to seek a great lifetime thrill in climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro & moreover, in the end, He helped me to accomplish that feat by making it to the summit at 5,895 m! I thank Him for the triumph and blessing.
On the morning of July 25, my adventures began with entry into Mt. Kilimanjaro at the Londrossi Gate. We were transported in safari jeeps from the town of Moshe and traveled through rough terrain & viewed beautiful landscape vistas of trees, corn & sunflower fields in order to reach that entry point. At the gate, we were met by a huge entourage of people - mostly men. Little did I know that these would be the unbelievably strong & fit individuals who would act as guides, cooks & porters for every individual outfitter group seeking to reach Africa’s rooftop. That morning, I met 2 people who I grew quite fond of and who would be my climbing mates for the next 6 or so days. Cindy and Andrew were a couple from Rochester, New York. During our six days there prior to the summit bid, we had to acclimatize our body with Diamox, a drug that should be taken to avoid or limit high altitude sickness. Each day, we walked from 6-8 hours. Put it this way, although not intensely technical, hiking up & down the mountains was not an easy task & each day I was so elated to have reached the camp because my body was clearly exhausted!
We went across many climatic zones in our daily hiking: cultivation, forest, heather, moorland, alpine desert & summit. Passing through each region was like an instant transformation into a different world - like the children’s entry from the wardrobe into Narnia! Sharp contrasts lay between vegetation, plants (flora), animals such as elephants & lions (although we didn’t see any...just big elephant dung - how nice!) & temperature.
The Day of the Summit Bid
We ate lunch at Lava Tower 4,600 m before descending back down to Barranco Camp 3,950 m for a night’s rest. This is a great example of the climb high/sleep low rule that helps people acclimatize safely. On July 30, we left at around 8 am to make our 2-3 hr. hike up to Kirenga Hut 3,963 m for lunch. This hike was arduous & difficult with steep climbs & ascents. The effect of altitude also began to take a greater strain on our bodies making us feel increasingly tired at quicker intervals. After enjoying our freshly cooked meal atop the chilly & windy Kirenga Hut, we immediately departed for Barafu camp. This would be the starting point for our summit bid. We needed to get there as early as we could so that we could organize our things, eat dinner and sleep before getting up at 11pm for the summit climb. It was a challenging 3 hr. hike to reach there. What’s more is since there were many tourists climbers in Kilimanjaro to conquer the summit, Barafu Camp 4,600m (and others along the Lemosho and Machame routes) was dotted with tents so we had to find our team. In order to do so, we had to manage to walk over huge rocks. Imagine doing this after a full day’s hike where the muscles are terribly numb and every aching step with our packs is a burning, terribly agonizing step! By the time we got there, settled down and had dinner, it was close to 7pm. Our plan was to wake-up at 11pm and depart at midnight in order to make it to the summit for the sunrise.
The Night of the Summit Bid
It was around 12:47am when we passed the last area of our campsite. As we began our sojourn up the mountain and as I struggled for energy, breath and even the courage to continue, I would occasionally look up to find a steady flow of lights that were the headlamps of those climbers who were higher up and ahead of us. The sight of that reminded us of a beautiful traffic jam against the backdrop of a black and dark mountain. The steady stream of headlamps marked everyone’s determination to take the "pole-pole" mentality (Swahili for step-by-step) up to Uhuru Peak. With hard toiling, climbing and seemingly endless switchbacks of steep ascents, we finally reached the spot where we had a clear view of the top of Stella Point. After resting for a good several minutes (we couldn’t rest for too long as it would get extremely cold keeping in mind that now we were closer towards the the peak which meant that we were in alpine conditions), I drudged up enough breath and mustered the strength to push myself onwards. Although not too far up and even within sight, perhaps 100m was Stella Point! It was “UP there” and that high depth ascent really annoyed me because although it seemed so close, it was very far.  My body was aching, fatigued and I could feel that I was really struggling at this point.  So from 12:47pm (July 30) to close to 8:45am, we experienced darkness to shimmering moonlight and then a booming, strong and glorious sunrise. Right from the starting point, I knew that I would be up for the physical fight of my life. Although I didn’t experience severe side effects from taking Diamox, I did struggle to breathe properly especially as we ventured up into thinner air. With every step, pole-pole, I was feeling the strain on my body and I was beginning to feel a tiredness in my lungs (which meant the lungs were sore & the chest felt heavy). This was most evident when we approached Stella Point. I needed to stop and catch my breath at almost every switchback turn because my breathing was beginning to feel more laboured and it was taking on a panting pattern that in truth, scared me. I needed to stop to quickly catch my breath at each turn. It was especially difficult to hike up because the switchbacks seemed never-ending and the seeming torture of going on didn’t seem to have an ending point. I was praying that I would quickly get there and with every ounce of energy, I muttered a pray of mercy to God at every turn!
After 6 days or so of heavy duty hiking and near to zero rest the night of our summit bid, I was already tired right from the start! When I reached Stella Point, I thought I could collapse. I remember distinctly that at that point my legs were getting super super sore - they were pretty tight and cramped up! I sat down to get some rest as we would stop for about 15 mins. We enjoyed the beautiful sunrise....probably the most beautiful one I’ve ever soaked in. We were given a can of Red Bull and a Mars bar for a last ditch refueling of energy and sugar before we made the final stretch towards Uhuru Peak of Kibo summit. Red Bull was nasty and I could barely stomach the chocolate bar although at that point, I still maintained the mental faculties to discern that it would be very wise to take a few bites and sips!  When it was time to get up and go again, I told myself that although there was very little strength left in me, I had to push because it was the final stretch before I would reach the highest peak of the summit! I had to reach it. This part of the mountain had snow and ice so I was especially cautious in taking my steps. After about 50 mins. of traversing the black sand, rocks, snow and ice, I finally reached the last stretch towards Uhuru Peak! As Cindy was ahead of me with Hasan, she was sitting cheering me on in my final steps. As I saw her, I was filled with emotion. These final steps filled me with unimaginable elation that I was overcome with tears. I was overwhelmed at the thought of just how difficult and physically challenging climbing this mountain was and that I was about to accomplish this most awesome and excruciating adventure! I was also near extreme exhaustion that it had begun to affect my memory at such high altitudes but more importantly, the end journey was going to be reached in a matter of minutes and a shower of emotions got the better part of me.
The high altitude had begun to affect my memory because in the movie I made shortly after making it to the peak, I recorded my climbing mate’s name incorrectly! I said, Chrissy instead of Cindy!. Once I did reach the peak, it was a sensational feeling to take my photo at the sign of the world’s tallest free standing mountain: Mount Kilimanjaro. I spent enough time to breathe in the absolute gorgeous vistas, bathe in the glory of the presence of the mountain, quickly take photos and head back down.
5,895m Uhuru Peak
Moments after reaching the peak


















At high altitudes your brain cells are killed off at such a fast pace that we ended up spending only about 20 mins. at the peak before beginning our tiring journey back to base camp at Barafu....The beauty of hindsight reveals that little did I know that I would not be sitting down and resting for another 13-14 hrs.! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
BOOMBA-MBAYA!

Lemosho Route
Londorossi Gate to Mti Mkumbwa (2,650 m/8,692 ft)
Mti Mkubwa (2,650 m/8,692 ft) to Shira One Camp (3,609 m/11,841 ft.)
Shira One Camp (3,609 m/11,841 ft.) to Shira Two Camp (3,849 m/12,628 ft.)
Shira Two Camp (3,849 m/12,628 ft.) to Barranco Hut (3,948 m/12,956 ft.)
Barranco Hut (3,900 m/12,800 ft) to Barafu Hut (4,600 m/15,091 ft)
Barafu Camp (4,600m/15,091 ft) to The Summit (5,896 m/19,343 ft) and then to Mweka Camp (3,100 m/10,170 ft)
Lemosho Route in detail...
For a similar account, please read the article below found on cbc.ca

Letters to Ms. Yee 2008-2009

Originally posted on Facebook [Notes] on June 27, 2009 

My gr. 5' students wrote letters to me at the end of the school year...here is a sampling...
Dear: Ms. Yee...
...You know, some of the facts you told me during the school year, I share it with people outside of school! The way you always added a little fun and humour to our learning really made the experience enjoyable for me. Even though you sometimes make long lectures, that shows that you really want us to learn. I remember when you also tell us stories of when you were little and about your family which a lot of us can relate to. I also sometimes look back on the time you played football at Camp Tapawingo. Wow Ms. Yee! You can sure play! A.S.

There was some funny things that happened in the walls of this class and I cant just say how nice you are to the class with all the words in the dictionary! ...and there will be one more thing I will remember for the rest of my life never settle for anything less than your best (is that how it goes?) I wish I can still be in your class. H.H.


This year was the best year in my whole life. I did have bad time but you always helped me out. For example, remember, when I got sad that my mom was in the hospital and you cheered me up. That's how you helped me out . I am very thankful for that.
Another thing I want to talk about is how caring you are Ms. Yee. You always care about everyone with a warm heart. For example, remember in camp I got a black eye, you would always ask me if I was okay with a very big warm smile...
The third thing that I want to talk about is how you are funny. How I think you are funny is how you change the topic so fast. For example, remember when we were learning about Media and H was picking her teeth and for the rest of the period you were teaching us how to FLOSS. That was so funny!!! (LOL) S.K.

Something I learned about you is you are helpful and one reason for that is in camp you helped me pack my clothes and by the way I really wanted to be in your cabin. Miss yee I will never forget everything you have done for me And of course I will never forget you. And I PROMISE I will visit you and your new grade five class. E.G.
...both of you are really funny what I really liked was at rock and chalk when you were shouting from the top that was really funny....R.I.

This was your first year as a grade 5 teacher and you handled us like a pro! You never gave up on us and always told us to do our best in everything. And here are some examples of your kindness. One example is, whenever we fail at something, you gave us a second chance. Also, you had a great sense of humour. I remember when you would fuse the humour with the work. Your jokes were always so funny! But when you were serious, you were serious. Even though the problems seemed small, they always made you angry. But in the end, you would always calm down and relax. I hope you continue to be a great teacher! R.B.

Still: Summer 2009 ~ My Season of Travel Withdrawal

Originally posted on Facebook [Notes] on July 22, 2009 

Still
My summer thus far is into it's 3rd wk. without any very promising prospects on the horizon for an adventurous trip. For those who know me, they find it daunting that Sophia is still in Toronto? Why isn't she somewhere else in another part of the world???? A friend asked the other day, "Soph, is it killing you not to be somewhere? My response was simply, YES!!!! I'm dying! Ha! Ha!
Granted, and believe me, I would be the first to say that I would rather be somewhere else & not here! My heart's biggest desire for the whole entire school year is to look forward to that summer trip...Unfortunately, things haven't panned out as I foresaw & anticipated but at the same time, as the year was really grueling , now that I have "a few seconds" time to actually sit down & think, I have been enjoying my time of relaxing & resting.... I'd say, really, resting...
Although my body is messed up b/c it's being tricked into thinking it must go off to explore after spending 9 straight summers packing up & setting off to faraway adventures, it is getting better...It may be hard to understand, but my body is missing what it's used to & as a result, is going through it's mental & physical toil. There's no doubt!
STILL, I delight in savoring the time...
• writing ppl near & dear to me b/c I've delayed in doing so
• burning up the landline or cellphone to hear familiar voices & to catch up
• sitting down to enjoy my morning's coffee
• working out in the mornings
• scanning the clientele of ppl. @ the gym & see what it's like when I'm normally at work!
• sitting & relishing time to reflect & taking the time to think & ponder about the many things that race through my mind
• playing Bananagrams a million times until I actually begin to doze
• taking afternoon power naps the ones I so often craved during the school yr.!
• enjoying a particularly long or late morning/early afternoon breakfast
• finally doing & completing little projects that have been on the old & crinkled To Do list
• sleeping in & waking up to no set alarm....uuuhhhh...bliss
• long overdue dinners & hanging out
• cherishing the company & time w/ friends & family
STILL ...I'm thankful for the summer that is because it's time for all the things I mentioned & much, much more...

My Misadventures: A Leisurely Ride was never what it was intended!

Originally posted on Facebook [Notes] on August 20, 2009 


I wanted to go for a “leisurely” ride later this afternoon & so I head down O’Connor towards the Woodbine/O’Connor bridge....I’ve always noticed a stairwell leading down into the park....so I thought I would go down & that would lead me eventually onto a park path....this gets better b/c knowing me, my MISadventures were just beginning...
The path split into 2 directions...I wanted to go west so I veered to the right...the path was a “MOUNTAIN BIKING PATH!” & I’m silently freaking out b/c I’m thinking I’m dead!!... Plus, where does this trail lead to anyways? My stream of consciousness was on fire racing a mile a minute of the what if’s? What if I’m stranded in the bush? What if I get hurt? This is an isolated area, what if someone hurts me & I can’t yell for help? ...Not ever contemplating riding on these mountain biking trails/hills as they were made for, I walk my bike down and up these winding paths....I’m going down the hill & end up falling  with my bike & slipping down a good way (this due to the wet muddy trails). I get myself up & am dirtied with mud all over my one leg...I don't really assess my condition but it only seems like scrapes & bruises!
As I continued on the windy path & at this point being somewhat semi-freaked out, I SEE a path! Except.....it’s on the other side of a stream....at this point, I was so desperate to get onto the other side & out of the bush that I had really thought to carry my bike over a very shallow part of the stream & get over but I refrained & just continued along the trail. Although I was enticed, I didn't cross b/c I didn't know what other drama would have unfolded w/ that option! Fortunately, I was wise enough not to ride these trails especially by the stream b/c knowing my balancing issues & the suspect closeness of the rocks & boulders by the stream, I would have no doubt fallen in! Eventually, it led to a bridge thank you! & I made my way sssooo thankfully onto the path! I took a minor stop just to catch my bearings & take a look at my battle scars. A kind fellow cyclist riding along saw me & had asked if I was okay to which I responded, “yes, thanks!” As I rode on, I found out that the path I took eventually led to Charles Sauriol Park which I was familiar with having been on it numerous times w/ my school bike club. I had intended to ride down to the Lakeshore but as the heavy dark clouds came quickly overhead, I said to myself I better get home before it rains cats & dogs! So, the “easiest” route was get off the path & out of all places, head up the Pottery Road hill! SO MUCH FOR A LEISURELY RIDE....It never did go as planned!
Anyone in their right mind (w/ no mountain biking experience) would have turned back after they saw those initial paths down the steps that I had first come down but NOT me....which is why this whole story has“Sophia trademarks” written all over it! I think I’m okay, aside from some bruises & scrapes from the fall & hope that the sore back is just from my BodyPump class yesterday....
Hearing the thunder lightening, wind & rain pouring now...I’m thankful that I’m clean, dry & well on the mend and of course, able to tell this story...Also, on my way home, I finally picked up a school plaque that I had been meaning to get since the end of the school year. At least my misadventures had something productive come out of it! Haha!
Those of you reading may just as well be sayin' man, this is Yee at her best! Why am I not surprised? Well, I can't say anything b/c even I don't know why only stories like these would come from me...I never said I wasn't a crazy nutbar! I know you still love me!
P.S. I wonder why on the side of my note it says: Tag ppl. "Or select a person you may have mentioned:" (in the note) & it says my siblings names!
SYH
JY
YY
LOL...Could it be that they're nutbars too...runs in the genes! Haha!

It's in the Tiny Things

Originally posted on Facebook [Notes] on August 12, 2009 

What makes God so dear to us is not so much His big blessings to us, but the tiny things, because they show His amazing intimacy with us - He knows every detail of each of our lives."
~ The Secret of the Lord, My Utmost for his Highest, Oswald Chambers
The tiny things in life...the radiant smiling faces of both familiar and unfamiliar faces that greet you, the quick arrival of TTC buses, a pleasant conversation, a gentle hug, a well-mannered gesture, a motivating shout or high 5, a funny joke, someone opening the door 4 u, a considerate thought, giddy excitement for varying things, finishing a class at the gym, gazing at beautiful photos that surely capture a million memories...
...these are the moments & times that really uplift & encourage me...
As I was walking home this afternoon from the gym, I saw beautiful blue/purple flowers swaying beautifully in the nice cool breeze...
and...yesterday, while I was at the Metro, I saw 2 elderly women (1 was using a crutch of all things! - The other, being her cheerleader I guess) to get a package of candies that were too high for her to reach. I went over & used my big 5'6" frame (ha ha) to help her grab one. She was grateful, giggled & thanked me w/ a warm smile.
I know that the weather has been somewhat dismal lately, but these are those tiny moments that fill the world around me w/ beautiful rays of sunshine & from which I know that God walks intimately by my side....

On Being Thankful


Originally posted on Facebook [Notes] on October 10, 2009 

On Being Thankful...
When I look at this world, I see so much that saddens me: war, poverty, sickness and suffering. But, in the same breath, I see so much hope and love. I have so much because there is an abundance of blessings to embrace & receive with thanksgiving every single day. My heart is warmed by a smile, my ears are tingled by a kind comment, a hilarious joke & a brilliant thought. I always get lost in the beauty I find in clouds. I can't take my eyes off of them & am mesmerized by their countless unique formations, especially amidst the glorious sunshine and blue skies!
Being in a career where so much energy, heart, love, & time is invested in young children is not only an extremely challenging job with pressures that can often amount to unthinkable headache & heart pain, but every single day is an adventurous journey that takes me to new heights of discovery & to unknown places where being stretched & challenged comes with the territory. The incredible joy that I experience gives me peace when I feel like erupting after I’ve repeated myself 5-6x! It gives me that moment to catch myself when I’m clearly having a difficult moment. It gives me the grace to seek prayer & relinquish my burdens & cares...joy let’s me enjoy the ordinary moments of the day like conversing with my students about things that matter to them or seeing the expressions of my grade 1 students when I trick them into thinking that I’m fishing for spare teeth in my pocket & telling them that I'm going to glue them into the mouths of those many flashing smiles with missing teeth! Hahahaha!. Similarly, I'm swallowed up in joy when I have that moment to enjoy a leisurely quiet walk home and breathing in the crisp air...
I’m so filled with love because I have so much. I’m so privileged & blessed in life....
Family and friends continually teach me that love has sacrifices and despite the various ups and downs of life, we share with each other our joys & despair, as well as our triumphs and failures. I’m thankful for investing in others and for others investing in me. The act of sharing of ourselves can be incredibly rewarding & to witness a blossoming relationship is a beautiful thing to experience. It’s such a time consuming process but like many things, the journey is where you find the genuine beauty. It can be rosy however sometimes the rocky waves will come & take us through uncharted waters. I’m thankful for the many people in my life who love & care for me. You’ve come into my life at different seasons and have become a part of who I am. I’m grateful for the time, laughs, chats, & tears because they have challenged me, matured me and changed me. I thank God for bringing you all into my life...
When the challenges become unbearable, when life takes a detour & the going gets tough, I need only to remember all that I have and be thankful still....Immeasurable joy can only be expressed with unceasing praise & thankfulness to God.
This thanksgiving weekend, I reflect on ALL that I’ve been blessed with but also how in being filled with thankfulness, I can learn to extend in love to others more in more each day of my life, in my corner of the world.
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.
His love endures forever. Psalm 136:1

-S.

My 12 Most Favourite Moments in NYC ~ Summer '09

Originally posted on Facebook [Notes] on August 31, 2009 

[In no particular order]...
1. Pasta taste testing & wine pairing at Babbo Restaurant (It was such an adventure!)
2. Having a field day w/ ice cream + gelato: Chinatown Ice Cream Factory, Red Mango, Laboratorio del Gelato, Blue Marble
http://www.chinatownicecreamfactory.com/
http://www.laboratoriodelgelato.com/
http://www.bluemarbleicecream.com/
http://www.redmangousa.com/default.html
3. Hanging out w/ Maddy who was my ever constant & loyal companion
4. Checking out different foods/restaurants (Sal's calzone, Frankie 17, Fatty Crab, Shanghai Cafe, Stone Park Café for brunch (Brooklyn), Blue Ribbon, Saigon Vietnamese Sandwich, Café Habana, The Republic...)
5. Frank Lloyd Wright's architectural exhibit, Guggenheim Museum
6. Exploring the streets of Manhattan...with a Google Map (GPS)!
7. Mixing in w/ the tourists/shoppers in SoHo
8. Meeting up w/ SYH's friend's, Margaret, Jimmy, Anthony, Karen, Tony, Lisa & of course, my bro-in-law, Scott!
9. Visiting the Strand bookstore, walking through/around Washington Sq./Union Sq.
10. Driving around in Manhattan (that was a great score Sue! Thx. Lisa!)
"Driving in Manhattan is like a video game except the consequences are more dire!" SYH When I was in the car, I felt it was more like a roller derby...cabs cutting & driver's neither here nor there in committing to a lane!!!
11. Love the regular New Yorkers I came across & interacted w/.....of course, what I loved the most was the forward thinking/abrupt men on the streets [Yeah right! Sickos!]
12. Hanging out w/ my sister, Sue! I especially liked making her lunch & having it w/ her at the office (*after she kept FBing me what ingredients she wanted in her salad....like I don't know!?!! Haha!)...
*What I missed most of course was not being able to see Maddy regain her title of "America's Fastest Chihuahua"! Boohoo...I guess it wasn't meant to be...You're always the CHAMP in my book Momo!

Gr. 5 Graduation ~ June 27, 2011


Graduation seems to always have this emotional effect on me that is rather neutral on the pendulum of emotions.  I did not feeling great bouts of exhilaration nor did I plunge into the bowels of sadness but I did seemingly rest quite peacefully at being grateful at watching all of our grade 5's graduate at the Ontario Science Centre this afternoon.

I felt bittersweet because when we mark an end point there's always the journey that gets you there.  And, it's this journey of 2011-2012 that brought with it many fond, frustrating and joyful moments. The traditional graduation video that is shown during the ceremony made me smile because the pictures, sounds and video brought back with it many funny and memorable moments.

I can't speak for others but I can only say that my 11th year of teaching officially came to an end during the middle of last week!  I knew my time had expired when I totally lost control of my temper and did something that I don't normally do nowadays.  I didn't hurt anyone but I wasn't very proud of what I did either.  With the marking of the end of another year, we recognize that being at the school I'm at, it's an incredibly busy place!  The rhythmic beat of the place is often so intense that it'd make Dorothy falling into a cyclone look like chump change [no joke!].  Teaching is an incredibly exhausting profession!  And, although not manually intensive, your mental capacity is stretched and further challenged as the year goes on.  In fact, there were/are many days where after dismissing my students at the end of the day, I could easily collapse for a much needed nap!

Despite the daily soap opera of student's and teacher's lives alike and the daily occurrences of teaching and everything that encapsulates that, I still love doing what I'm doing!  And, there isn't any other profession out there that I would be doing at this very moment.  There's never a dull moment or uneventful day at school.  If there were, the school would quickly turn into the insane asylum of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest!   

The slump hit when there were periods of drought and several specific kids were not on their "A" game whether that was behaviour, being on time for school, academic, peer relationships, or the combination of some or ALL of them {oh dear)

The grand slam victory would be the series of steps the students took from those early days of September to the end of June ~ whether that'd be in baby steps, trots or giant leaps! 

The bitter comes in the "goodbye" I'm not ever good with those!.  Having said this, I'm still thankful for the time I was given the great privilege to be their teacher...one of their gr. 5 teachers...I will miss them dearly!

I have great expectations for my students and I expect that they will do BIG things in life...I expect greatness from each of them & of course, I wish them nothing but success in their journeys ahead...

At the end of the day people won’t remember what you said or did, they will remember how you made them feel - Maya Angelou

At the end of the year, it's been a tradition for my gr. 5 students to write a series of letters including one to me.  I was curious to see what they wrote and having already had a couple of "crybaby" days at school, I was so close to unleashing again as I read over their words to me...Below is one that particularly touched me...
It isn't always important to know the immediate impact you have on a child because that may come a year, 2 months, a day or even 15 years down the road.  What is important is to treasure each and every moment...

Calling it "another year"...& taking off the "teacher hat" for the summer (yeah right! Haha!),
-S.

How Do You Know You're A Teacher?


How Do You Know You're A Teacher?

You know you're a teacher if...

1. You can hear 25 voices behind you and know exactly which one belongs to the child out of line.
2. You get a secret thrill out of laminating something.
3. You walk into a store and hear the words "It's Ms./Mr. _____" and know you have been spotted.
4. You have 25 people  that accidentally call you Mom/Dad at one time or another.
5. You can eat a multi-course meal in under twenty-five minutes.
6. You've trained yourself to go to the bathroom at two distinct times of the day: lunch and prep period.
7. You start saving other people's trash, because most likely, you can use that toliet paper tube or plastic butter tub for something in the classroom.
8. You believe the teachers' lounge should be equipped with a margarita machine.
9. You want to slap the next person who says, "Must be nice to work 7 to 3 and have summers off."
10. You believe that chocolate is a food group.
11. You can tell if it's a full moon without ever looking outside.
12. You believe that unspeakable evils will befall you if anyone says, "Boy, the kids sure are mellow today."
13. You feel the urge to talk to strange children and correct their behaviour when you are out in public.
14. You believe in aerial spraying of Ritalin.
15. You think caffeine should be available in intravenous form.
16. You spend more money on school stuff than you do on your own children.
17. You can't pass the school supply aisle without getting at least five items!
18. You ask your friends if the left hand turn he just made was a "good choice or a bad choice."
19. You find true beauty in a can full of perfectly sharpened pencils.
20. You are secretly addicted to hand sanitizer and finally,
21. You understand instantaneously why a child behaves a certain way after meeting his or her parents.

~Jeff Foxworthy, Comedian
[bolded: my personal fav!]

European Food Craze and Pinxtos


Eating our way through Europe...

Eating and trying different cuisines has always been the highlight of any travels to different parts of the world...España & Italia?  Are you kidding me?  I was stoked at the possibilities even before I bought my plane ticket! Haha...

Here are some highlights thus far...

 While at the (Agriturismo Guthiddai)  farmstay just outside Oliena (on the central east part of Sardegna) 
-homemade & incredibly delicious....a la authentic Sardenian style!
http://www.agriturismoguthiddai.com/versione-inglese/lazienda.php

-wild boar in some salty sauce (I wasn´t a great fan - too many bones & the dish was too salty) 
-what´s called shepherd´s bread (shepherd´s used to pack this as they went out on their trips b/c it was light)...crunchy thin pieces of pita like pieces drizzled with homegrown olive oil - I could eat it all day....it was at the table both nights we ate dinner there
-maccarones furriaos - strips of pasta folded & topped with a tomato-based sauce
-risotto with zucchini & proscitto
-porcedda - suckling pig (much like how the Cantonese do it but the pieces here were thicker!  And they don´t have the sweet brown sauce) 
-meatballs with pomodoro sauce
*All the frutta in Sardenga was incredibly sweet: figs, melone, pesca, kiwi, orange, & apricots
vino vino vino

-Best pizza ever at Sorbillo´s in Naples! 
a yummy thin crust Neopolitan pizza for only 6 Euros & all the ingredients were very fresh & delicious...huge pizza! 
-penne and cozze (mussels)
vino vino vino

Elsewhere...in Sardegna...
-homemade ravioli w/ fresh sweet tasting ricotta & in pomodoro sauce (Sardenga)
-grilled calamari w/ bacon bits (Palau, Sardegna)
- splurged on spaghetti all'aragosta (rock lobster) in Alghero, Sardegna
vino vino vino

Immersing in the Pinxtos´ Experience of Basque Country of Northern Spain

The Gist:
Here in the Basque Country of northern Spain, pinxtos are what is popular to consume at the many bars and restaurants.
Pinxtos are traditionally served in a bar...and some restaurants.  They normally includes pieces of cheese, sliced cold cuts like proscitto or some other cured meat, & seafood/fish (a lot of fish - cod, sardines, monkfish) as the toppings on a piece of baguette. There´s also octopus and all kinds of fish which I´ve tried so hard to stay away from and have been pretty good!  Amen!  (Have to brush up on the Basque language - yet another language in order to stay safe).  We´ve also encountered some Baque/Asian fusion where there were crepes offered with the likes of foie gras, asparagus, and mushroom.  Just this evening we had a pinxtos with canard (duck) mousse with a walnut - rather good!  And, an Iberian pieces of meat mixed with cheese....all yum.
Sorry, no photos yet.  They take too long to load from my SD disk. 

This is how Sophia infiltrates Basque eating & does-it-like-a- local:
[N.B. You know how I can very well be timid many a times BUT if I was wishing to get some action on them pinxtos, I was sure well going to do it like a local to get the truest authentic experience!] 

Let me set the scene for you...
We head to some pinxtos´ recommended bars and scan the 1) crowd then depending on if we like what we see...not too crowded we 2) head in & vie for a spot at the bar...Now, this is the not-so-easy part as I have to look out for Amy and I so they may mean that in a very small spot for merely 1 regulary sized person, I have to get in there with my elbows up and shove my way through and put up my back so I can secure a spot.  I got good once I saw how the locals did it..."don`t think that just because I´m a foreigner I don´t know how to do it."
You order the pinxtos you want...order a drink and wait to enjoy it all! You stand or sit on a bar stool if its available and put 1 foot up on the foot rest and savour your food and enjoy your drinks....oh yeah, one more important part of this whole process...*There are always napkin dispensers available at the bars and you just take, wipe your mouth & chuck it on the ground...it´s hilarious b/c the whole ground by the bar will be littered with napkin papers!  To me, that´s a true mark of a good pinxtos eating bar! 

Many people hang-out standing up having drinks or even have drinks while standing outside...there are also eating stands or bar tables outside to enjoy your food.
And...there´s no time for shyness...you want to eat and get in on the experience you have to throw timidness out the window...if even for a meal!  Haha...

Please be warned (as Amy and I were)...if you go nuts ordering your pinxtos you may be paying some serious coin b/c they can range in price from 1,50 Euros to 3,00 Euros!  Add a txakoli (which is a young white wine of the Basque region), glass of wine, Sangria or beer & you´re looking at 20,00 Euros for 4 pinxtos and a drink each.

With our 15-20 kg packs strapped onto our backs...all I can say is that each time we lug our stuff around for an extended period of time and then we also go on hikes and treks, I´m thankful for the gym classes I go to! Trust me...I know that they have really helped me survive on our adventures...

For more pics. & stories, please visit: http://www.lurgee.ca/travel/italy_spain/ITES_Day1.html
http://sophlurgsadventures2011.blogspot.com/

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