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Roughing It


So let’s continue to bring you up to speed on the past eight or so months...

As soon as you surrender to a given situation, good things, even great things start to happen fast.

When I met my Beloved almost eight years ago, it very soon became apparent to me that the idea of a long and carefree vacation, will for the most part of our life together, stay an idea. The UrbanMan is fun loving, don't get me wrong, but he is above all else committed to changing the world. And changing the world I have come to learn, is not a nine to five job with three weeks of vacation. This is a job that lurks around the back of your mind and behind your eyelids ALL The Time...

Before I met my man, I knew a few things for sure about our world. One, that most useful things have by now been discovered, and two, if a solution to a given problem does not readily present itself to a bright person such as myself, that problem can not be solved. Better use the time shopping!

Imagine my predicament, when my husband tackles random puzzles and riddles the universe offers, as his daytime job.... lovingly reassuring me, that "There is a solution to every problem". And if you could see the look in his beautiful eyes, you too would believe him!

All this to say that over the past eight years, we have daydreamed of taking long carefree trips to places we love: Paris, New York and Vancouver. The kinds of trips that really immerse you in the culture and make you finally feel satiated.... But aside from weekend trips and annual 7 day vacations, I never expected our daydreams to become reality.

Until a day in June last year, where the only thing left to do was to take a long pause and breath.

Here are a few snapshots from our THREE month vacation in British Columbia, enjoying the absolute simplest and best life has to offer....










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