Travels With Stacey

Charlene and I visit many heritage homes that have become museums. Often, these places are filled with period furnishings, and we are given insight into the history of those who lived there and the community that they lived in. Most places we see are from…

One of our favourite places to visit is religious sites. We love shrines, churches, cathedrals and, in this case, St Patrick Basilica in Ottawa, Ontario. We were celebrating Family Day with Mom and decided that our weekend would be in the Ottawa region. Mom, too,…

Mom has never been in a cave before. I did not know this. It is weird how sometimes we assume that other people have done the same things as us and become surprised when we learn differently. She was so excited to go into a…

It is the very moment when I cross into the United States that I begin to crave a poutine. We have yet to find a location in the USA that serves poutine – it is almost unheard of there. Then, there is being near Quebec.…

It is hardly any secret that I have someone that I share my life with. Charlene has been such a positive influence on me that I cannot imagine where I would be without her. It is also no secret that we love spending time together,…

I am a spare bus driver.  I fill in for other drivers who cannot do their run for whatever reason.  It sometimes means I have no idea where I am going on any given day.  In one week, I did seven different routes.   This week…

I really like this image. It is one of contrast. In front, a starving Ukrainian girl who represents the oppression that Ukraine suffered from a forced famine. In the background is a poet. Tara Shevchenko is considered to be the founder of the modern Ukrainian…

We all have favourites. Let us not kid ourselves. Sure, as a parent, we never say that to our kids. It can hurt the child, and he may feel left out. But why can’t we have favourites? There is a reason why one child is…

Oftentimes, when we arrive at a location that we want to explore, it has one, maybe two, features that draw us there. For example, a city park with a duck pond and a garden, or another place with a few sculptures among some flowers. Rarely…

I do not understand. How can something so ugly be art? How can something so meaningless be inspiring? Years back, we finally decided to get our passports, and I began exploring the multitude of places to visit on our first visit outside of Canada. One…