Amelia Island

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Readers! Team Hamer was on Vacay! For the 4th of July we decided to head own to Amelia Island, Fl. But we did not go alone! No,The Boy brought a friend, which we will refer to as ZCP. By 9:50am on Tuesday morning we were off our bellys full of bagels, coffee and apple juice and out car pack up with a number of bags, tablets and bikes. The drive took us around 5 hours and 45 minutes. We did not run into too much traffic or construction.

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It is very interesting riding in a car with two 9-year-old boys. They were both on their tablets while watching School of Rock on a portable DVD player. The Boy has watched that movie so many times that he was quoting the lines of entire scenes. Pickles! We arrived to the to Ritz Carlton at Amelia Island around 3:30pm with the sun shinning and the temperature around 90 degrees. Hot!

Our Room

We chose a room on the club level of the Ritz Carlton. Why did we pay the extra money for the room and the extras? As you all know, food and drinks at any hotel is $$$$. I mean $20 for a hamburger? Your kidding right? At this point, my appetite has taken a nose dive and I hate paying for food I don’t even finish! We ate lunch and it coast $100.00. Two kids burgers and fries, shrimp tacos, a taco salad (that I thought tasted funny), a beer and a bloody mary. Really? With the club level you get five “meals” and all the drinks, sodas, wine, water, cookies, candies etc you want. We ate breakfast every morning. Two kinds of eggs, oatmeal,bagels, fruit, rolls etc. I can’t begin to think of the $$$ we saved from breakfast alone. Then there is lunch, snacks, appetizers and deserts. If you work it right you can make it work for you. Which is why I am drinking champagne in the club level room as I write this. Waiting for the snacks to come out at 4pm. Ahi Tuna anyone?

We ended up getting a King sized bed room with a chair that folded out into a twin bed for the boys. We also had a roll away bed but in the end chose not to use it. Ok, first thing to say about the room, the outlets! There were so many! Which is good when you have four tablets and three phones. We had a nice balcony with two chairs and a table that over looked two of the three pools and the beach. Wonderful to watch the nightly sunsets from. There was a flat screened tv and the largest closet in a hotel I have ever seen.


I think someone is up.

The boys started out sleeping on the twin pull out but at some point The Boy says he woke up with ZCP on top of him and moved to our bed. ZCP said he was using The Boy as a pillow.

Daily activities

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ZCP brought a boogie board so of course we had to find a surf shop so The Boy could get one. It cost a little more than we thought it would but it was a well made one that provided hours of fun for The Boy. The waves were large on Wednesday due tropical storm Arthur but were pretty calm the rest of the week. The boys had a blast. Much more than at the pool, although they did enjoy the indoor hot tub and enjoyed going there at night.

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How cool is this? They moved the club level room to the beach! Woot! Woot! My Man was thrilled! We walked up and was shown to a set up chairs, towels and beach umbrellas (a must for me). There were sodas, waters, beer, wine and snacks too much on while hanging out by the water. it was nice to just hang out, watch the boys ride the waves and read my magazine.


The weather was very nice most of the trip but there was some rain. Once while we were visiting downtown. The sky just opened up and the rain poured down. There was thunder and lighting and The Boy kinda freaked out. Not a fan of lighting.


The Boy and ZCP


My new voodoo doll!



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Overall we had a great time. The Ritz is known for their service and they did not disappoint. Everyone was so nice, introduced themselves and went out of their way to make sure we had everything we needed.

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And now some food porn….


You cook your meat on a 400 degree block of salt! What? What?

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The cutest thing I ever ate.

The cutest thing I ever ate.


The Kitchen seat


ZCP and The Boy


Future Chefs?!


By the time this came out I was in a food coma. SO FULL.

A Dispatch from Your Man in Quebec City

Reader’s! Here it is a guest post from My Man about our trip to Quebec City. He did a fantastic job and I know you will love it as much as I do. What a wonderful wordsmith My Man is. I look forward to his next posting.

Lacing up my trainers on the steps at the bottom of our rental in a four-story walk-up on Quai Saint-André, I notice the smell straight away. It’s been many years, but it is unmistakably the same odeur of the senior’s high-rise where my grandparents spent their later years. The sense of smell is considered the most evocative((In Frenchman Marcel Proust’s ponderous Remembrance of Things Past, the narrator tastes a madeleine, triggering a reminiscence that stretches on for over 4000 pages. I submit to you that it is, in fact, the smell of that little cake that carries him back to his childhood.)) and so it is no surprise that I’m transported back in time and I am recalling details with amazing specificity – the roosters in the kitchen, the doilies on the end tables, the arrangement of the crossword books and puzzles under the table, and even the layout of the pantry. My grandparents were always installed in their respective places in the living room and kitchen. Of my grandfather, I mostly recall his voice((This New England accent is difficult to describe and, I think, rarely encountered. To hear it, watch the film adaptation of Stephen King’s Pet Sematary and listen to Fred Gwynne (most famous for his role as Herman Munster on the 1960s TV show, The Munsters) in his role as elderly neighbor, Jud Crandall.)) enumerating the news for my father (mostly obits) of people I never met from places I had never been with names like Turner’s Falls and Hadley and I remember my grandmother, Catherine Busha, laughing in the kitchen. By all accounts, she was a woman who loved to laugh and have a good time. It’s with her in mind that I set off on foot to find the statue of her great-great-great-grandfather, Pierre Boucher((When William, son of Albert J. Bouchers de Roches, emigrated to the U.S., he adopted the Busha spelling (while the pronounciation remained Boo-SHAY).)) outside the Parliament Building here in Quebec City.

It’s early, though, and before I start climbing the daunting hills up toward Haute-Ville and, beyond, to Parliament Hill, I’m going to explore some neighborhoods outside the main tourist zone. First, I run east up Boulevard Charest toward Saint-Roch. This commercial district has undergone a recent revitalization. You’ll find it in all the travel guides and it’s a short cab or bus ride from the center of town. The double-decker tour bus also stops here so you’ll find plenty of tourists walking up Rue Saint-Joseph in the afternoon. It’s early, though, and few shops or restaurants will be open to me. Nonetheless, I want to know if it’s worth coming back with Shay and I’d like to find the local’s grocery, where I can buy some toothpaste and possibly a decent bottle of wine. This is why I always travel with my running shoes. It’s an efficient self-guided tour. If I find anything interesting, I’ll take note of it for later, when Shay and I venture out together. I easily find the main commercial drag, anchored by Église Saint-Roch, the largest church in the city. There’s an Urban Outfitters and a place to buy sunglasses. There are a hundred places to eat poutine. You can find this street in every mid-to-large city in North America, but I see enough shops and pubs that I decide it might be worth returning with Shay on our rented bicycles. Turning back up a side street and heading back toward the pier, I spot a [possibly male] streetwalker in six-inch heels and a mini skirt standing outside a dive bar. It’s not yet 10am. A more adventurous correspondent would venture in and maybe have a Sleeman bière. I do need content for this blog post. I press on, though, failing even to take a photograph. I have a lot of ground to cover and it is literally all up hill from here.

A scene outside le Pub petit Blvd. Gonorrhea may not be the only surprise under that skirt.

A scene outside le Pub Petit Blvd. Gonorrhea may not be the only surprise under that skirt.

Returning the way I came, following the path of the Rivière Saint-Charles past the Marché du Vieux-Port farmers market, I turn up Rue Saint Paul, passing a row of cafés and galleries and I begin the climb up the steep and winding streets of Basse-Ville (Lower Town), leading up to the ramparted bluff that marks the boundary with Haute-Ville (Upper Town). Pierre Boucher was Governor here through much of the 1660s. In this part of Quebec, reminders of Monsieur Boucher’s time and this city’s history as a French outpost are everywhere but this is also a modern city, second most important economically in Quebec (behind Montreal). Cannons dot the bluff overlooking the Rivière Saint-Charles  and the Saint Lawrence River((If you are keen to have your picture taken next to cannons, this is your town.)). From there, looking down at the rivers, it is easy to imagine Champlain arriving here in 1608 aboard his ship, the Don de Dieu (“Gift of God”) to be greeted by the Iroquois in their canoes. It would be easier to imagine if the Bunge grain silos didn’t obstruct so much of the view. But, I am now in the narrow cobbled streets south of the bluff where the views are obstructed anyway and I’m alone, save for the sounds of televisions and the voices of French-speaking radio broadcasters descending to this traveler from the curtained and coiffed windows flanking the street. Later, I’ll travel this way again in the evening and hear young people laughing in French. A soirée. For now, I keep climbing. I’m in the upper portion of Old Quebec where government officials and dignitaries would have made their homes. I imagine my illustrious ancestor as a bon vivant, walking these streets himself in the summer of 1662, calling on friends and perhaps even venturing down into Lower Town to carouse and gamble with the sailors and tradesmen who made that area home. I imagine him always accompanied by his boon companion, Gérard((While Gérard is a fantasy of my own invention, a certain love of The Grape in my family is well documented and continues to the present day (see: my own DNA and, perhaps, the sealed juvenile records of a few municipalities in and around Oakland County, MI).)) ((Running can be dreadfully boring, even along the most scenic routes. Accordingly, I had time to develop a fairly detailed picture of little Gérard. He wears felt pyjamas and snacks on sunflower seeds.)), a pet mouse that made the journey over from France (where Boucher had been the year before representing the colonies) and lives in Pierre’s justacorps pocket. But, in truth, Pierre Boucher must have been a serious man and a godly one. The first Canadian to be ennobled by “The Sun King”, Louis XIV, he ruled Quebec for the better part of a decade before eventually founding the city that bears his name, Boucherville, near Montreal. To be so successful in those unforgiving times would have required a sober and prudent man. Still, this is my run. I can imagine him as I please.

Often, what you find at the top of a long and winding hill is... another hill

Often, what you find at the top of a long and winding hill is… another hill

I wouldn’t know any of this history if it were not for my father. Further, I might dismiss it as just a bit of apocryphal family lore((My mother-in-law has told my son that he is a descendant of Abraham Lincoln (!) I suspect all Hoosiers make this specious claim.)) if he hadn’t provided me with such a detailed pedigree chart. I’ve observed that an interest in family history (and family, in general) has become common among many of my parent’s generation. Maybe it’s natural, when you reach a certain age, to want to reach both backwards and forward in time and establish your place firmly and forever in the continuum of generations. If so, I’ll develop this interest myself soon enough. The length of one generation is but that of a shadow after all. Maybe, I’m already there. It is getting hot and I’m still hoofing it uphill to get a picture of a statue of an old dead guy in tights.

Turning onto Rue Saint-Jean, I know I can choose almost any southbound street and make my way to Parliament. Along with the Château Frontenac, it dominates the skyline and is easily located on foot. Tonight, Rue Saint-Jean will be closed to traffic and we’ll make our way on foot up this crowded thoroughfare to Sapristi, one of our favorite spots in Quebec, perhaps stopping at a few other places along the way. If possible, I will leave my calling card, Monsieur Robilloux on a few guest books or, in the less swell joints, on the bathroom wall. Right now, only the most eager tourists are out. Most of the people lining the sidewalks are locals. Even I can tell them apart.

Monsieur Robilloux

Monsieur Robilloux

I turn down a side street. Onward and upward, I go. The sun is well above the buildings now and it’s unseasonably hot. Somehow, I have overshot my target and I’m on Rue Saint Louis, heading west. Following this route, you approach the building from the east, crossing the Parliament Hill Gardens and passing the Fontaine de Tourny. School is still in session and the grounds are already teeming with groups of school children. They will learn of some of the men and women whose statues line the perimeter of the building. Certainly these children will learn of Camille Laurin, whose bust can be found on these grounds, and who is credited with keeping Quebec a French-speaking province. There seem to be dozens of other figures immortalized in bronze. By chance, though, the first statue that I approach is the one I am seeking. A group of children is mustering directly in front of it and being given instructions (in French, of course). Cheerful admonishments. I need a closer angle for the photograph so I step right into their midst – a sweaty Gulliver to these Lilliputians. I snap a photo with my phone and I’m gone, headed back toward the Château Frontenac on Rue Saint Louis. I have more ground to cover, but I’ll leave that for another installment.

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Pierre Boucher. Turns out he isn’t actually depicted in tights

Day 4- Quebec City, Quebec

Reader’s, I slept till 9:30am! Wow! I must be on vaycay! Today we decided to get a full breakfast and was able to find a cafe right behind the condo to eat at. I got coffee (no sugar), two friend eggs with homemade bread and jam and potatoes on the side.  My Man got a ham and cheese omelet. There were a lot of locals with their dogs out and about and it made me miss my puppy Timber! He would have loved it in Quebec. While my man went on his morning run, I got cleaned up and started a new book called Follys Island. It was a light fun read.



Last year we saw the Ecolobus driving throughout the streets of old town. It is a bus run on 100% electricity. Well this year they added to their fleet and that bus was everywhere. We decided to hop on and check out where all it took us.


Now every bus we saw was empty until we wanted to hop on and ride. Locals use the Ecolobus a lot! It was a short route that took all of twenty minutes. I liked the people watching but My Man was not impressed. To hot and to many people on it. Well, it is a bus.

Not impressed.

Not impressed.


We hoped off the bus a stop early and decided to check out Cafe du Monde that my man found on one of his runs. It has views of the river and he thought it would be a nice place to have lunch.IMG_4325

I had some oysters for a starter and a wonderful goat cheese and strawberry salad. Those strawberries tasted so good! The weather was so nice and the river was full of people on sail boats.

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After we ate I was on the search of Canadian under ware  for The Boy. Yes, under ware. We bought him a pair last year and I wanted to find some more. My Man wanted to go walking and take more pictures for his guest blog entry. Yes, My Man will be a guest blogger on My Hotel Yorba! How cool is that?


No olives!


I found some under ware and then went back to one of my favorite stores and bought two more shirts and some pants. After that I was beat. I waked back to the condo and took a much-needed nap!


We went to one of the cafes for a nice dinner and then back to Cafe du Monde for an after dinner drink.


Our trip was coming to an end. Overall it was a wonderful time. The people of Quebec City are so nice and welcoming. We were able to teach them a few new words of English like straw and pier. However, My Man and I’s french did not improve! Pickles. There was no green juice to be found which was a bummer. The closest thing I got to veggie juice was drinking Bloody Marys. Does that count? We are already thinking about our next trip and where we would like to stay. We will go bike riding again for sure and of course more shopping!  My Man and I are always looking for our spiritual home and Quebec City is the closest to one we have found so far!

Day 3-Quebec City, Quebec


I was able to sleep till 8:00am! Woot! Woot! My man and I got up and hit another cafe for coffee and a bite to eat. I had another chocolate croissant and he had an apple one. Afterwards he took off running and I took off shopping! Last year we found a shop called Pot en eiel l‘art de la table.

We have this on on a coffee mug.

We have this on on a coffee mug.

We found some cute table wear with the art of Albert Dubout on it last year. Cats! Love it. This time I bought three  bowls, three small plates, two tea towels and one tea towel with chickens.


As I walked back to the condo with my bags I stopped into a soap shop and met Billy. She was the stores bouncer and weighted all of 2 pounds if that. Such a cute puppy!! Her “leash” was a piece of string tied to the cheek out are desk. She also had a nice place to lay in the store window. The store was full of homemade soaps, lotions and lip balm. I got a some shea butter since I forgot to bring any lotion for my hands. It smells yummy!


While on one of his runs, My Man found a bike shop that rented bikes by the hour and day. I was all in for baking around the city. Our bike ride was great. We went into the city center and found a place to grab a bit to eat.

Guess which one is mine!

Guess which one is mine!

We then got on a bike path that runs along the river, through the city and up the coastline.


There are a lot of parks and since it was Sunday, a ton of bikers. My kind of place. We stopped at a park that had a mobile restaurant and had a glass of wine and watched the boats sail by.

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In all we bike about 10 miles. According to My Man and the bikers who zoomed by me, I am not a fast biker. I was enjoying the view!


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Last year we had Sunday brunch at Panache and thought we would give it try for dinner this year. We were able to sit outside, now our favorite place to sit. It was a very nice dinner but My Man and I both agree that next time we are not making any reservations. Some of our best meals where at the little cafés we found while walking around. After dinner we sat in the hotel lounge and had a glass of wine. My Man walked back to the condo and got our tablets so we could catch up on our reading. I was very nice to just chill out, have a glass of wine and read after a nice dinner.


Day 2-Quebec City, Quebec



I woke up around 7:30am and read a bit in bed while My Man snored. I ended up waking The Boy up when I faced timed him. Guess where he slept last night. My bed! I recognized the ceiling and fan! That little bugger. We got up and going around and hour later and walked to a cafe for coffee and a chocolate croissant. We sat facing open floor to ceiling widows that looked onto the farmers market and a beautiful day.


After we ate and got a cup of coffee to go, we walked over to the farmers market it check it out. They had a bit of everything. Some wonderful looking cheese, bread and veggies.


My Man and I talked about going back and getting a little bit of cheese, bread and tomatoes for a nice snack latter. And then we came across the beer. My Man just stood there looking at all of it. “I have never seen any of these beers in my life”. There was drool.

We then went back to the condo and My Man went out for a run. Did I mention that we are on the fourth floor and there is no elevator? Oh my legs and ass! I am getting a good workout just by climbing them! I got cleaned up and sat down on my iPad to write rough drafts of these posts. Please forgive any tense issues I may have since I am writing it while we are here but won’t post till we get back. Got to add the pictures in at home.


More shopping today. I was able to get two more cardigans, my favorite, two light sweaters that will be great for Our Florida trip in July and a cami. My man got some pants for dinner tonight and a new swimsuit. We also picked up a t-shirt for The Boy. I think I am all set (clothes wise) unless I see something I must have. I am still wanting to go to this one shop where they sell French dinnerware with cats on it. We got some lat year and I am planning on buying more this trip. It is so nice.



We had lunch at . Everything was local and the meats/fish/poultry was organically raised. My kind of place! My Man and I shared a cheese plate and then I had a salad with beat marinated trout and organize egg yolks. It was all so good.

Beer tasting for My Man and Wine for Me!

Beer tasting for My Man and Wine for Me!


After lunch we did a little more walking around and then stopped at a cafe, had a glass of wine and people watched. A wonderful time!


After awhile we went back to the condo and got caught up on social media. Our wifi access sucked. There was only one place in the whole condo you could get it and it was very hit and miss. We did some laundry and read a bit. It was much warmer out and the rain pretty much stayed away. We were able to find an adult contemporary French music station on the TV. It was very peaceful to listen to the music with the windows open and read. Just the kind of rest I needed.


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We ate dinner at Patriarche. We had eaten than last year and really enjoyed our time so we thought we would try it again. Like last year, it did not disappoint.


PS. Today, the 12th, I am going to get my CT scans. If you are into praying please send them you way. If you are into good vibes and or finger and toes crossing please do those too! We are looking for NO Change. NO Change! No Change!

Day 1- Quebec City, Quebec


Friday started early for me and My Man. A littler earlier for me since I woke up at 2am to My Man snoring and wasn’t able to fall back asleep! The alarm went off at 3:15am while I was reading the news and I got up ready for our journey to Quebec City to begin.

Our trip to Quebec went pretty well. Our flight left at 5:55am ( 5 minutes early! Go Air Canada!). We made it to our condo around 12pm and were able to check in right away.

The Condo

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The condo is very nice and very small. They said it was a two bedroom and they are lying. There isn’t really a “bedroom” at all. Instead there is a loft with a queen sized bed and a little office area with a Murphy bed. We had asked three different couples if they had wanted to join us and although I would have loved for one of them to say yes, I am glad they didn’t! The place would be great for a single person to live in. It however worked out perfect for My Man and I.

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After we got settled we headed out to grab some lunch. The area we were in was perfect. We looked at five different places and settle on Cafe Resto Saint Malo. I had salmon tartar and a warm goat cheese salad and some wine. My Man had the rabbit. We were able to sit outside and watch the people and the rain, sun, rain and sun. It did that the whole day. I am sure if I were looking there were tons of rainbows throughout out the day.

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Last year I ended up buying My Man a beautiful leather jacket. So after lunch we headed to our favorite leather store and he bought me one for my birthday! I love it! It is gorgeous!
I was also able to exchange my wallet, which had issues with the stitching, for a new and different style. I must admit, I like the new on better than the first! Sweet! My Man also bought three new shirts and a light sweater. He barely packed anything with the sole intent of buying new clothes on this trip. He really needs some new stuff. I saw some stuff that I liked and planned on going back to try it all on later. To rainy for me to try clothes on! My hair was already a hot mess.

You can't tell but it is pouring down rain.

You can’t tell but it is pouring down rain.



For dinner and drinks we went back to a favorite from last year called Sapresti. We scored our favorite table (the best one in the place) had a wonderful dinner, which included flatbread and yummy drinks. We talked about our plans for the next few days and did a little people watching. I even saw a boob! The people behind us had a baby and well, it was dinner time!

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After dinner we went back to the condo to grab my new awesome jacket. It had gotten a little chilly and was perfect leather weather. We went to Le Pub which was down from our condo and had a glass of wine. By this time, I was tired and ready for bed. My Man made fun of me of wanting to go to bed at 9:30pm. Guess who fell asleep first. Ha!

Overall it was a great first day. Even the crazy weather was fine. We got to wear the jackets we bought here last year and I got to wear my new leather one! Nice!



How the heck are you? Did you have a good Monday? Mine was good. Today was the first day of Rock Band Camp for The Boy. When we got there they all remembered him (by name) from last summer! How cool is that!. He had a great time. He will playing the guitar this year. I told him to try singing but he didn’t. Although he said maybe he should have. The singer isn’t the best he said. They are learning two songs, Miss You by the Rolling Stones and Radioactive by Imagine Dragons. They will have a concert on Thursday night. I will make sure to take some pictures. I can’t wait! Last year I had to miss his concert because I was the hospital for my first round of chemo. Not this year!



My juicing is still going strong. On Sunday I bought more cucumbers and celery. I have added broccoli stems to the mix. I also went to Whole Foods today and bought some wheat grass. That stuff is $$$$. I have decided to buy my own seeds and start growing it myself. Wheat grass is super good for you and I want to add it to my daily juicing without going bankrupt! I have given up red meat and haven’t eaten pork since I was 13! I want to cut down my chicken intake to only once or twice a week if that (I think it would make The Girls happy). Fish, turkey and veggies. I plan to eventually cut out chicken totally but will keep eating eggs, cause they are a gift! I will try to only eat my eggs or ones where I know they are organic. The more I read the more and more I realize how important it is to watch what we are putting into our bodies. Our American diet is nothing like it was 50, even 25 years ago and it isn’t getting better. Best to take charge and start taking care of this body of mine!

I would walk 10,000 miles (steps)….

I ended up coming up in 7th at my gym for the 10,000 steps a day challenge. Not too bad!  After a bit of a break where I was hitting 7000 steps a day I have decided to go back to the 10,000 steps per day. It isn’t easy! I sit on my ass a lot! But once again, I need to take care of the body. I am not getting any younger!


Baby E!

Baby E!

This weekend we went to see friends we haven’t seen for a while. There kids are getting so big. Baby K wanted to do everything that The Boy was doing so they had to find her headphones and she borrowed her mom’s iPhone. So cute!

Baby K and Aidan

Baby K and Aidan

We had a nice dinner and drank some good wine. The Boy hit a wall around 8:30pm and passed out on the couch. There was drool. I guess the party finally caught up to him. I to got tired and passed out when we got home.

Nice Boots!

Nice Boots!

Travel Time!

Lower Old Quebec City

Lower Old Quebec City



Reader’s, My Man and I will be heading to Quebec City soon. I can’t wait! We went last year for my 40th birthday and we had a nice time. If you take a look at my June 2013 post you will see some pictures from my post about it. We have rented a condo this time in the lower part of Old Quebec City.





Doesn’t it look nice? I have already looked into juice bar but couldn’t find any in walking distance. Hopefully they will have some juice at the grocery store or a market near by. I don’t want to miss four days!

It is time for me to go out and visit the girls and play with Timber. Have a wonderful night!!