A Tale Of Two Cities

If you could split your time evenly between two places, and two places only, which would these be?

Any two cities? Well well well. If one doesn’t have to be my hometown then I will pick two Canadian cities because I love Canada and would love to live there. So I shall pick…..drum roll please…..Montreal and Vancouver. No surprises there I hope, these are amongst two of the most beautiful cities in the world and not just in Canada. I would kill to be able to live in these two cities so those are the two that I would choose.

Beautiful French architecture, wonderful shopping, a lot to see, gorgeous nature nearby – that’s Montreal. It’s a mix of European flair with North American style, an amazing city to visit and live in. Vancouver has gorgeous, natural beauty, oceans, mountains and beautiful streets with lovely homes in several areas. A great city to live in. Which is better – Vancouver or Montreal? I can’t decide. Both cities have great things and places I want to see and explore and make them my home. I wanna walk the parks, visit the stores, eat and drink in their cafes, bars and restaurants and go on the waters, take in the scenes and enjoy life.

That’s my two cities.

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The Power Of Touch

Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you?

I dunno, it depends on the situation. Sometimes the feel of a soft pillow can bring back memories of being in a nice cool bed as a kid, hot day but cool inside with the air conditioner on and you are safe and cool as a cucumber and about to fall asleep. Not a care in the world and just being a kid.

The touch of a baby’s cheek or the smooth baby’s bottom? I haven’t had kids yet but I do remember my nephews and niece when they were babies and ofcourse my baby cousin who was the cutest baby ever (and the most talkative) and that would be what touch a baby’s cheek would remind me. The cuteness and the innocence of the little creature next to you. That is a good feeling.

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