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!

Clouds, Natural Beauty the World Over

This week’s #FriFotos reminded me of the beauty created by clouds the world over.  In celebration, here are a few moments in my travels from the past year, where the clouds made me smile!

From the Air

 

Setting my sights on the beautiful blue waters & gentle skies of the Caribbean for the 1st time.

 

Peeking through the clouds at the Middle East for the first time.

 

Clouds over Canada

 

Beautiful in BC

 

Big Sky Saskatchewan

 

Cloudy reflections in Ontario’s North.

 

Elegant over Egypt

 

Peaceful skies over Egypt

 

Magnificent skies over the Sphinx.

 

Colombian Clouds

 

Bogota Courtyard Clouds

 

Clouds over Bogota’s Old Town

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.

Cartagena the Beautiful

At la Bahía, boardwalk that goes along what I think is the Bay of Bocagrande.

 

I was born in Cartagena, Colombia. I lived there until I was eight years old, when my father decided to pursue his Masters in Engineering at UBC and we packed up and relocated to Vancouver. We wound up in Winnipeg shortly after, and I lived there for many years. The city, flaws and all, somehow wormed its way into my heart, reluctant as I was to allow it. I have touched upon this before when talking about my feelings towards my current city, but it has made explaining where I come from a bit of a process that I often want to use as an opportunity to make a terrible reference to this enjoyably awful film by just shouting that I come from different places. And boy, are they different. I often refer to Cartagena as a beach town, a tropical paradise, and reasoned that I’ve always been at odds with the oft-freezing temperatures in Winnipeg, because I was meant to live in a city with a much more idyllic climate. Even now, I’ve been disappointed that the heat wave plaguing North America seems to have skipped Vancouver; I don’t love being in the sweltering sun, but heat is more of a friend to me than the cold. Chalk it up to being a Caribbean girl somewhere deep inside.

 

A street sign in the Old City.

 

It strikes me that when I mention my hometown to someone who has been there, or heard about it (which is a pretty low number among people I’ve actually met), they’ll often refer to what a beautiful place Cartagena is. I’ve peppered this post with more scenic shots than anything personal because this is something I believe to be mostly true. Yes, the streets are not always clean, and there have been times during my visits where construction marred the scenery, but I have this persistent image of Cartagena as being this lovely place. The sea is nearby, the weather is lovely, the architecture… I’m proud of its beauty and wish more people would know about it too. I also like to gush about how you can pay for carriage rides in the city; they’re expensive, maybe a bit too much so, but I’ve always thought it was a rather cool feature. The last few times I’ve visited I’ve made sure to take as many pictures as possible, to show my friends back home what a lovely place my hometown is. Yet I wonder if much of my affection for the city is mitigated by my lack of connection towards it.

 

A Chiva: flamboyant party bus. You can usually hear the music blaring from these as they approach when in operation!

 

When I was a child, I was told by both sets of grandparents (just my grandmother on my mother’s side) that I could call their respective apartments my home, as well as the place my parents had acquired for our family home. I remember being told you have three houses, and I took that to heart as much as a little girl who cared more about getting more Barbies and watching television would. Then we moved to Canada and for years I longed to return to my real home, whichever of the three was available. This was especially true during my first year in Winnipeg, a year that has gone down in my memory as one of the worst of my elementary school life. I dealt with my feelings of isolation by thinking about how I belonged in that beautiful city, where I had cousins to play with and more people who loved me. So what if I didn’t fit in, I wasn’t in my true home anyway. Over time, though, I got used to living where I did and the idea that I would never really go back to Cartagena finally set in. The more I acclimated to my life in Winnipeg, the more distant I became from my original home. Now I don’t know if I can go back as anything other than a visitor. A visitor who vaguely remembers skating along la Bahía in her spare time and has family waiting to provide a place to stay every visit. I have never had to stay at a hotel in Cartagena. It isn’t only me who has changed since I left either; while I can still recognize parts of the city, it hasn’t stayed the same as it was when I was a child. Like me, it has evolved.

 

One of my favourite images I managed to capture of Old Downtown.

 

I’ve lost much of my connection to this place I once called home, and have to admit I know next to nothing about the place beyond the things I’ve cobbled together from childhood memories and recent visits. I don’t have much to say about where to get the best drinks, and as far as food and entertainment go I can only talk about the places I like. But to me, it really is a beautiful place.

 

The view from my grandmother’s balcony.