The Whimsical Fusterlandia
Up to the age of 9, one of my favorite things to do, besides hand feeding my few surviving goldfishes (don't ask), was to decorate my room walls with drawings and stickers. The four walls of my bedroom (plus some other walls in our house) were full with drawings, doodles, and stickers up to as high as my hands could reach, it was so full you couldn't even guess what was the real color of the wall. Our house guests called it serious vandalism, but my dotting parents called it a genuine expression of the art of a child. I was brought up with single child treatment (spoilage) and it shows. I was like a travel sized dictator with a penchant for oil pastels and barbies.
An Afternoon at Malecon, Havana, Cuba
I have been known to have this habit to recklessly classify things together just because they bare tiny similarities between them, no matter how scientifically inaccurate or illogical it is. For example, any long shaped purple flowers are lavenders to me, and all white-flat petals flower are daisies. The same way I classify all food with coconut milk and cinnamon are curry. So, when I read about Malecon being a seven point something kilometer seawall in Havana, I assumed it is just another long, big wall cover with algae protecting the sidewalkers from getting swept by waves. No biggie. My apathy was ill-advised, or so he said...
Old Havana or Habana Vieja Nooks and Cranny in Pictures
Havana Facts and Myths
You guys. YOU GUYS. Havana is classic, romantic, and iconic. It is also the latest spontaneous destination of our winter escape. Frankly, I was sure that we were going to spend NYE somewhere 5 feet under the snow in Canada. I suggested that we go to Yukon. Yes, I find it very easy to go to the extreme on a simple idea. I mean, if I were to spend a pile of my hard-earned dollars to freeze my butt enjoyably, might as well do it in style under the aurora borealis, while being driven around on a sled pulled by a dozen fluffy Siberian Huskies and Alaskan Malamutes. Amirite?
10 Cool Ways to Freeze Your Bum in Quebec City This Winter
Tigidou, the best jam in Quebec City
A coffee addict, street food lover, travel enthusiast, easily distracted and often an unreliable immigrant. I am a pretty awesomely busy life form, except when its a thunder storm outside and I voluntarily go on my survival mode and prefer to stay under my blanket, which makes me as useless as a cold bagel.