A Roamancing New Year!

Wishing you, our wonderful community, a year filled with …

Moments of Utter Delight

 

Lori jumping with utter delight!

Lori Yearwood jumping with utter delight!

 

Interesting Perspectives

 

Bogota, Colombia from a pigeon eye view.

Plaza de Bolívar in Bogota, Colombia from a pigeon eye view.

 

Good Music

 

 

Tasty Eats

 

Some seriously tasty eats in Bogota, Colombia.

Some seriously tasty eats in Bogota, Colombia.

 

Smiling Faces

 

Welcomed by a warm smile from a boy in the market in Hurghada.

Welcomed by a warm smile in the market in Hurghada, Egypt.

 

Dancing

 

 

New Friends

 

Daniel Noll, Audrey Scott and Erica Hargreave in Marsa Alam after their talk at the UNWTO Conference on Partnering with Media in Challenging Times

Daniel Noll, Audrey Scott and Erica Hargreave in Marsa Alam after their talk at the UNWTO Conference on Partnering with Media in Challenging Times.

 

Annelise Larson getting set to dive into her first Lobsterblast.

Annelise Larson getting set to dive into her first Lobsterblast at the Yorkton Film Festival.

 

Our two newest Roamancers: Hannia Curi and Megan Ho.

Our two newest Roamancers: Hannia Curi and Megan Ho.

 

Jaime Tenorio, Steve Peters, Caitlin Burns and Lina Srivastava in Plaza de Bolívar, Bogota, Columbia.

Jaime Tenorio, Steve Peters, Caitlin Burns and Lina Srivastava in Plaza de Bolívar, Bogota, Columbia.

 

Old Friends

 

Enjoying a sunset stroll at Point Roberts with Andrew.

Enjoying a sunset stroll at Point Roberts with Andrew.

 

Lucy Duck simply quackers for the lovely ladies of Yorkton.

Lucy Duck simply quackers for the lovely ladies of Yorkton, Saskatchewan.

 

Ken, Cam and Erica waiting to be charioted to the Golden Sheath Gala.

Ken, Cam and Erica waiting to be charioted to the Golden Sheath Gala.

 

Erica and Caitlin exploring Bogota, as photographed by Lina Srivastava.

Erica and Caitlin exploring Bogota, as photographed by Lina Srivastava.

 

Furry Friends

 

Erica and Satchmo having some red boot adventures in the Canadian wilds.

Erica and Satchmo having some red boot adventures in the Canadian wilds.

 

Cato Cat and Lucy Duck road tripping across Canada.

Cato Cat and Lucy Duck road tripping across Canada.

 

New Experiences

 

Me and Audrey Scott quad biking in the desert near Hurghada, as photographed by Daniel Noll.

Me and Audrey Scott quad biking in the desert near Hurghada, as photographed by Daniel Noll.

 

A Bit of the Ridiculous

 

 

Love

 

Alley Cat Amour in Hurghada, Egypt.

Alley Cat Amour in Hurghada, Egypt.

 

Laughter

 

Quad Biking Cat in Hurghada, Egypt

Quad Biking Cat in Hurghada, Egypt

 

Unexpected Beauty

 

 

… and of course, Good Health!

Happy New Year!

With Love from all of us Roamancers.

xoxo

 

In Translation ~ Spanish

The lucky Burmese Mountain Dog in question.

Recently, a dear friend of mine enjoyed a brief trip to my native country, Colombia. From what I hear, she had a lovely time. As far as her exploits with the language … well, I may have heard that she spent some time attempting an eclectic mix of languages (Spanish, Spanglish, French, Italian, and even Arabic) in order to communicate, something I’d actually be rather interested in hearing. It was, apparently, enough to impress a Burmese Mountain Dog! I also heard that she did manage to pick up at least a tiny bit of the language, or at least made a fair attempt, and I am rather proud of her for that! Learning an additional language can be tough work, and being confident enough to try and speak the few words you may have picked up is admirable.

As a very out of practice, but native speaker of Spanish, the most trouble I have with the language when I travel is getting stuck in the middle of sentences unsure of how to continue, mixing some words up (most infamously: tarejeta [card] with carta[letter]), and simply being unsure of how to express certain thoughts in the language. Actually … those sound like things anyone picking up Spanish as an additional language might run into, don’t they?

In any case, I will now share some of the knowledge I have retained in regards to the language, for the benefit of travelers who may plan to visit a Spanish speaking country, of which there are twenty-one. As I’ve been assured by Spanish-speaking acquaintances hoping to convince me to take up writing in Spanish upon knowing I dabble in the craft, it is a gorgeous, poetic language … adding an extra edge to its classification as a ‘Romance’ language, if you will pardon the pun.

 

Bogota ~ a city of art, poetry & roamance.

 

So I’ve come up with a very short list, mostly daily pleasantries and some examples of phrases you may find useful. Here they are:

 

Hola: Hello!

 

Buenos dias/Buenas tardes/Buenas noches: Good morning/Good afternoon/Good night.

 

Adios/Chao: Goodbye, with ‘chao’ being the more casual variant that you may run across.

 

The Colombian spirit, care of Fernando Botero.

 

Por favor: Please.

 

(Muchas) gracias!: Thank you (very much)!

 

No, gracias: No, thank you.

 

¿Dónde/Cuando/Qué vamos a comer?: Where/When/What are we going to eat? These may not be the paragon of politeness, but… well I’m definitely always concerned with the placement and timing of meals, and speak a little like a brat.

 

¿Dónde está la tienda de dulces?

 

¿Dónde esta el supermercado?: Where’s the supermarket? Switching ‘el supermercado’ with ‘el banco’, el baño’ or ‘el hotel’ could get you the general location of a bank, bathroom or, well, hotel too.

 

¿Qué hora es?: What time is it?

 

¡Buen viaje!: Have a good trip!

 

Looking over Bogota’s Old Town

 

I hope this list helps! For additional aid, I’ve found this lovely online dictionary, which I used to check words so I could check my accents … I hope I got most of them.
I’d like to wrap this up with a rather faithful rendition by Youtube user DownSinceDawn of a … rather interesting and only semi-sensical Spanish rap from one of my favourite shows on television, Community.

 

 

Thanks for reading! ¡Buen viaje!

Colombian Food ‘Special’: Eating Out

It recently came to my attention that the lovely Erica was headed for Colombia, my darling country of origin. It compelled me to think of a subject I could give unsolicited advice on in regards to Colombia, which landed on the topic of Colombian food. Why not?  Everybody loves food!  And at least for me, one of the most exciting things about travel is encountering food you would not have access to at home.

Looking back, I don’t really have a great attachment for ‘Colombian food’; sure, I love me some empanadas, but when I think of the food I ate in Colombia that I miss, the results are… with one exception, not so much traditional Colombian food but rather getting the chance to eat at certain chains that haven’t expanded to Canada just yet, if ever. This is probably because in my case, I do have a mother who can replicate most of the dishes we would have in Colombia, save for mote de queso (a stew based in chopped yam and cheese; I swear, it’s good) and have always viewed eating out as being somehow more special  than eating at home, something of a luxury. I struggled to think of how I could be any kind of authority on Colombian food when my personal gastronomical highlights are the subtle way pizza somehow tastes better when I eat it there, even though it’s not particularly different. It’s not that Colombian food is terrible in my opinion; I encourage trying it out! I just don’t really eat much of it in Colombia unless it appears on the table at my grandmother’s house.

 

Bandeja paisa. (Photo credit: Patton/pattoncito @ Flickr)

 

Struggles aside, I did manage to find a way to talk about Colombian food as it pertains to my fondest memories and that is by focusing on places I’ve enjoyed. Now, I’ve strung a few words together regarding my hometown of Cartagena, where I normally go on my trips to Colombia, before, but in this post… well, since Erica is meant to be in Bogota, and part of the inspiration for this post is a desire to impart some knowledge of my native land (scant as it may be) to a traveler. And it just so happens that when I think ‘food in Colombia’ my mind instantly gravitates to…

 

Hamburguesas El Corral

Hamburguesa Corralisima Todoterreno from El Corral (Photo credit: James/powerplantop @ Flickr)

 

El Corral is a popular Colombian fast food chain, chiefly focusing on hamburgers.  They offer a rather… interesting selection of hamburgers, including a Mexican-inspired creation. My favourite is the Italian; there’s something about tomato sauce in a burger that you probably think won’t work, and yet it does, albeit messily. If ever you feel like a good ol’ burger, give this place a try. Currently, they seem to be having a milkshake special, with new ‘exotic’ flavours including green tea and lychee.

 

Crepes & Waffles

A delicious nutella crepe. (Photo credit: jrsnchzhrs @ Flickr.)

 

Crepes & Waffles was one of my very first favourite restaurants. As far as the actual crepes go, they’re quite good and not likely to disappoint. My favourite is the chicken and mushrooms savoury crepe, stemming from my love of any chicken/mushroom combination the world has to offer. Where the restaurant really seems to shine is in its considerable dessert menu, ranging from elaborate parfaits to what I called ‘Mickey Mouse ice cream’ when I was a wee little tyke. (It’s basically a ball of ice cream with wafer cookies for ears, chocolate eyes and a bubblegum nose with a ring of whipped cream surrounding it; also officially appears in the menu as ‘Gummy’.) I remember loving the crepes to tears, but always looking forward to dessert whenever I ate there. They actually manifest as an ice cream shop in some cases.

 

Juan Valdez Café

Nevados: the Juan Valdez improvement on the frappuccino.

 

Juan Valdez is not just a specific brand of Colombian coffee; it’s also a chain of coffee shops in Colombia, the Colombian Starbucks, so to speak. In my opinion, Juan Valdez is actually better than Starbucks, chiefly because unlike Starbucks, they sell a blended coffee drink… that includes brownie chunks. From what I remember, it’s seamlessly blended too.  I also enjoy the fact that as part of their merchandise, some stores sell sweaters. I own two and think it’s the coolest thing for some reason. Other than that, their merch is mostly normal, coffee shop fare, including the obligatory bags of Juan Valdez brand coffee, which can also be known as Hannia’s childhood suck-up, teacher-pleasing Colombian souvenir. (Though you can actually get the coffee itself at a grocery store too.)

Also, with the help of my mother and her ability to phone a friend from Bogota, here are two places where one could enjoy more typical Colombian food. It somehow didn’t feel right to leave off without a nod to…

 

La Bonga del Sinu

Patacones (Photo credit: Maria Antonia Paez Duque/mariantonia @ Flickr)

 

This one is courtesy of my mother’s connections. They specialize in grilled meats; beef, pork, chicken, fish, the works. The menu is also geared around foods from the Caribbean Coast of Colombia; menu items such as patacones (also known as ‘tostones’ in other parts of the world), mote de queso, and coconut rice would betray that. It reminds me more of foods I’d have for lunch, or as part of one of the many barbecues we have back in Cartagena.

 

Casa Vieja

Ajiaco. (Photo credit: Morten/mortenjohs @ Flickr.)

 

Another nod from my mother, this one also specializes in more traditional, Colombian food. Open for 47 years, it certainly boasts ‘tradition’ as one of its core values. They have typical food from the region Bogota is a part of, like ajiaco and sobrebarriga, and apparently make a mean bandeja paisa. On the site, they allude to the idea of “comfort food” as relating to the foods they serve and… well, that’s part of the appeal of something like ajiaco. It’s a hearty chicken stew made with about three different kinds of potato. It’ll do the trick.

 

Disclaimer. I feel the need to mention that I am in no way affiliated with any of the eating establishments I have mentioned in this post.

Overcoming Personal Fears with Florence + the Machine at Deer Lake Park

Concerts are a very rare feature in my life; I love music, yet am generally so out of the loop when my favourite artists are touring that I do not notice when they come and go. When I do, I am often too scared to bother attending because when it comes to venturing into the wild outdoors, my co-dependency springs up crying “There will be crowds! Crowds and noise and you don’t know anyone who can escort you in and out of this safely!” So I stay home and dream instead.

This summer, though, lady luck smiled upon me and I was given the chance to attend Florence + the Machine’s Vancouver show for her Ceremonials tour at Deer Lake Park with my dear friend Janice! It was the perfect opportunity. I am a great fan of Florence, albeit a rather recent one, so the artist in question made this a much anticipated summer event for me from the start. Add to that a mate to keep me company during the whole thing, and possibly rescue me from dwelling on the possibility that my nightmares come true and I am literally devoured by a large crowd. (We all have our personal boogeymen…)

 

Lovely moment in which Florence asked audience members to hoist one another upon thei shoulders. Janice and I couldn’t support each other’s weight, sadly. (Photo: Janice Cheng)

 

When asked how my evening was after the fact, I had one thing to say in particular: Florence was great. I do not imply that the experience was something akin to having to dance on hot coals while beautiful music plays to partially soothe your aching feet somehow, but there were a few hang ups to be had. Some were self-made: my friend and I had a chance to claim a great spot towards the front of the stage, but we wasted it for love of pizza. We decided to chill on the grass for a bit before Florence came out, thinking we could just run up at some point and cut through the crowd like butter. (Or, well, I naively thought as much.) Nope! When we did choose to join the crowd, it had turned into an impenetrable fortress, at least for two mild-mannered young ladies. So our view of Florence was… slightly compromised.

Actually, no. That was a bad analogy. The crowd was more like a selectively-permeable cell wall. Throughout the show, there were many instances of people shoving their way through the area Janice and I had managed to settle in. It felt like Grand Central Station at times. After so many sorry-coming-throughs, I began to get a touch … irritated at something I should have expected when going to a sold-out show and choosing to stand with the bulk of my fellow concert-goers.

 

Our breathtaking vantage point. I do enjoy how the red of her hair stood out, sort of! (Photo: Janice Cheng)

 

Yet, through all minor annoyances, including my camera and phone conking out minutes into the show, I can’t regret the experience. I could not see Florence all that well, capture the moment, or be of a wholly cheerful disposition when the lovely lady in front of me let her cigarette dangle with the smoking tip facing my way… I could still hear Florence just fine. Her powerful voice reached me, and while I did not forget the things that irritated me, I chose to accept them and love the show nonetheless. Most of my favourite songs were on the setlist! I would be jumping up and down happily at each song and was just grateful for my opportunity to be there at all.

Hopefully, though, the experience will help me prepare better for the next big show I attend in my lifetime. Everything is a lesson!

 

Receipts.

Rent! in Vancouver with Fighting Chance Production

The full cast! (Photo Credit: Jennifer Kuhl)

 

Last Thursday, I had the privilege of seeing Fighting Chance Production’s rendition of Rent performed on stage at the Waterfront Theatre. It was the first time I’d seen the musical on stage. My previous exposure was in the heat of my awkward teenage years (which are taking their sweet time leaving the nest), when my mother took me to see the film adaptation; we love going to the movies together and this was one of the many we’ve gone to see. I don’t remember why we chose this one, but I loved it. I bought the DVD when it came out, and I had the soundtrack. By the time I hit my second year of high school though, the shine wore off a bit and though I tend to retain a fondness for everything I liked when I was in middle school, I didn’t really think much about Rent apart from having some of the songs blaring in my mind every once in a while.

 

The disgruntled homeless. (Photo Credit: Jennifer Kuhl)

 

It was definitely a very different experience on stage! Ultimately, it was delightful, though it took me some time to stop visualizing the film and appreciate the stage production for what it was. I saw the show with Emme and when we were talking afterwardS she told me she didn’t like the film version of the show; I can’t say I think the same, since I did enjoy the film very much. The stage version is the source material for the film, but it was decently adapted and at least worked for me when I was younger. I saw a bit of it again to refresh my memory recently, and though it has its patchy bits, it mostly holds up well.

 

Brilliant view of the set. (Photo Credit: Jennifer Kuhl)

 

However, as it must have been for fans of the stage when the film came into being, I couldn’t really help but make comparisons. Mind you, the first thing that sparked comparison in my mind was the opening scene, and the stage version brought a lighthearted charm to the story’s opening scene that the film didn’t even attempt to capture. The film had the luxury of simply showing two of the central characters, Mark and Roger, living in their loft without having to give them a scene where they point out the amenities of the place, such as their illegal wood-burning stove, and describe the place in such a way that I believe they were trying to mockingly present it as one would a palace. Especially seeing as the set was rather minimalistic compared with the sets and location shooting options available to the film version, it helped bring the setting for much of the first act to life and, along with the little voice mail numbers that were either modified or did not make it into the film at all, brought a touch of sillyness to the show that I truly loved. The film (which, unlike the version of the stage incarnation I saw, actually opens with Seasons of Love and then segues into “Rent” right away) made use of Mark’s accumulating footage throughout the film and a spectacle out of the “Rent” number by having the performers burn up their eviction notices and let them fall gently from their windows; these were things I missed from the adaptation, though the flaming eviction notices possibly didn’t carry over because it could cause a major fire hazard. I would assume.

 

Chelsea Tucker as Maureen. (Photo Credit: Jennifer Kulh)

 

One thing I found worked better on stage than in the film was Maureen’s protest, a sort of Hey Diddle Diddle inspired allegory protesting her performance space being taken away to be transformed into a ‘cyber café’. This sequence was possibly the least beloved for me when I saw it on film, but on stage it somehow came off as… charming in its hokeyness. Part of it could have been Chelsea Tucker’s masterful rendering of the character; she nailed her almost comical primadonna attitude, in my opinion, and it was a joy to see her character on stage every time. But the stripped-down nature of the stage production and the different atmosphere made it a bit less unbearable than the larger-than-life treatment the performance gets in the film, complete with Maureen biking into the performance.

 

Emily Canavan as Mimi. She was sublime. (Photo credit: Jennifer Kuhl)

 

This brings me to part of the reason I was interested in seeing the show at all: I was curious to see how it would differ from the film and how it would be the same, what the adaptation changed and what it left out altogether. I would have been a little disappointed if everything was the same, really. At the heart of it, the story was the same and the messages, patchy on their own right or not depending on what came through strongest … I love the Rent’s core theme of treasuring your life and living with as much hope as possible even if your days are numbered, not so wild on the glorification of the ‘starving artist’ lifestyle. I almost cried at the end, as I did watching the film! (I rarely cry for real, so almost crying is as good as actually shedding tears as far as I’m concerned.) I can’t say which I enjoyed more, since they both had their ups and downs, but either way I had a good time at the show!

You can catch Fighting Chance Production’s version of Rent on stage at Granville Island’s Waterfront Theatre in Vancouver Tuesday to Sunday nights at 8 pm, now until August 18th, 2012 with matinees at 2 pm on Saturdays and Sundays. Get your tickets here.

 

Souvenirs from a wonderful night.