Parade and Festival in Tribute to Veterans and Those Who Serve

On Saturday June 2nd, I helped to coordinate the Village On Main’s 11th Annual Parade and Festival in Tribute to Veterans and Those Who Serve.

As Festival and Events Coordinator, I took on a big role regarding contacting, planning, promoting, and communicating on behalf of the event.

Despite the awful weather, our event was well-received and felt like a success.

I have learned a lot from just one event thus far.

Tea Leaf Reading

Today I had my tea leaves read by a wonderful woman in World Tea House on Argyle. She was very accurate and gave me the inspiration I needed in order to make some positive changes. Sometimes, we all need a good kick in the butt to do what needs to be done. She told me a lot of information regarding my ambitions and where the path I am on could lead me, as well as where the path I should be on would lead me. The effects her wisdom had on me were immediate. I had been feeling lost, and without a purpose, and through her thoughts I was able to gain sight. I know this probably sounds a bit hokey, but I valued her guidance and didn’t fail to take it with a grain of salt. Moral of the story, sometimes experiences will jump out at you, and sometimes these experiences will wake you up!

-Thankful

Nice, France

In 2016, I traveled to Europe for a school trip. Here are some observations from Nice.

People rush to get everywhere in Nice. The California of France, Nice is full of palm trees and romantic views. It’s been frequented by the rich and famous for over 50+ years and is full of stories. Soap-opera type of stuff. The architecture of this colourful place is astonishing. Eze has a castle that is also a village and full of European architectural influences.

Known so well for the tall and plentiful windows, the south of France is rich with perfume, gelato, and culture. To shop in Nice is pricy, to live in Nice is costly enough to put you in debt for eons. People dress to the nines for every occasion, and there’s never a lack of zest in the air. Monaco is magical.

Gardens are lively with French of all ages lounging around enjoying their free moments. And the dogs, oh the dogs! They accompany their owners’ partout. Being friendly isn’t what the general population is best known for, there are ways to make friends. In some ways, it is best to merely coexist than try your hand at French. English will do along with a smile.

Chateau’s, full of tiny winding staircases made from old stone. Little tabby cats following tourists around as they explore. Sun filled sky and bluest blue water, the coasts were gorgeous. Statues and art installations rich with history and surrounded by flashing cameras.

Be ready for semi-nude beaches, and paying for washrooms. If you come from Canada, then you know cold. I expected Nice to be cold but it was warm (15-20 degrees) enough for shorts. Well, for Canadians to wear shorts while the locals wore fur coats.

Be prepared for the smallest breakfasts you can imagine. European breakfasts tend to be very simple. Sandwich meats, cheese, jam, croissants. To see fruit was as rare as spotting someone not smoking.

I did my best to experience authentic local cuisine and culture. The streets are bustling, the Mediterranean Sea is Mamma-Mia-esque. The clear azure water was crystal clear and cold in spring.

Little shops, sweet treats, pastels, sunshine, high fashion, and so many people.