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Spa Adventures in the Laurentian Mountains: Ofuro Spa

In wintertime Scandinavian-style spas make a virtue of the pay off between a little ‘pain’ and a lot of pleasure. Stepping carefully in flip flops dressed in a woolen ‘toque’ hat, and a towelling robe, across an icy path as a...Read more...

Spa-gasm at Spa & Hotel Le Finlandais

I think I may have just found my new favourite spa. And, wonder of wonders, it has a hotel attached too, so should your heart desire (and your wallet allow) you could never, ever leave. After twenty minutes in the spa and hotel Le Finlandais...Read more...

Dine on the frozen river in Winnipeg at RAW: Almond

If you learn one thing about the people of Canada it’s that they embrace the lot that life has given them when it comes to the elements. Whereas in England we shiver and curse the weather, in Winnipeg, when it buckets down with snow and the wind...Read more...

Aboriginal Adventures Part 5: Storytelling with Yolande in the Wendake Longhouse

I looked up over my breakfast and pondered the stuffed lynx staring glassy-eyed into the distance as I spooned up my yoghurt. I thoughtfully licked my spoon and turned my head a little and spotted a stuffed owl. The clink of china and babble of...Read more...

Aboriginal Adventures Part 4: Ice Fishing with the Atikamekw

I guess I’d imagined that ice fishing would be like one of the cartoons that I’d seen when I was a kid. I had some Hanna-Barbera eskimo in my mind, a guy in a parka sawing a hole through the ice, baiting his hook and lowering the line. But this,...Read more...

Aboriginal Adventures Part 3: The Story of Saint Kateri

I wasn’t expecting to see her when I walked into the tiny church, but there she was, in pride of place on the wall, just above photos of the new pope and the old one. Who is that? I asked my guide. It’s Saint Kateri, she told me. The world’s...Read more...

Aboriginal Adventures Part 2: Nothing Is Wasted, Everything Used.

“I’ve lived here my whole life.” says Isabel as she shows me how to carefully thread the tiny beads on to the wire needle. “You’ve never lived anywhere else?” “Never. I love it here. My front door, I’ve never locked it. Ever. I know everyone and...Read more...

Chinese New Year in Richmond

The last time I can remember this scent in the air was in Sri Lanka; the smoky perfume of incense mixed with the sweet smell of flowers left as offerings to Buddha. But this time I’m not in Kandy’s Temple of the Tooth, there is no elephant...Read more...

High Above the Clouds, Fondue Dinner at the Sea to Sky Gondola

I was wrong about the weather.  As we set off from Vancouver along the twisting turns of the Sea to Sky highway, the rain lashed down, blocking our view of one of the most beautiful drives in the world. The tail end of the Pineapple Express, a...Read more...

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