En el mar, la vida es más sabrosa!

When most people think of Cancun they think paradise or spring break and for good reason. However, when I think {or even hear} the word Cancun I am transported through a whirlpool of emotions and memories. For me, Cancun means home. My grandmother, her wonderful husband, my aunt and my cousin all live there so I spent all of my early summer months as a child in the sweltering heat of Cancun.

Blushed Tapatia: Cancun Childhood

{Apparently I was quite the sassy child}

Blushed Tapatia: Cancun Childhood

{As much as I truly hated having to wear matching outfits with my sister and even though I promised myself that I would never do that to my future children, I just might have to!}

 

Blushed Tapatia: Cancun Childhood

{Teaching my baby brother how to swim}

It was there that I learned how to swim and how to fish, where I worked through my awkward teen years, where I had my first crush and my first heartbreak and where I realized that I had fallen deeply and madly in love with the man that is now my husband.

Blushed Tapatia: Cancun Childhood

{Mike’s first visit to Cancun…. look at the colour of that water though! Takes my breath away every.single.time.}

I recently returned from spending a lovely week there with family {celebrating my mama and her wonderful husband!} and it was on the drive back to the airport on the final day that I realized just how much love I have for that place. Some people experience that sort of emotion for a house but for moi, a girl who hasn’t lived in a house longer than 5 years, Cancun is that place.

En el mar, la vida es más sabrosa!

Spring is in the Air

Last weekend I smelt it in the air. That fresh smell that is so unmistakably a sign of the {hopefully quickly} approaching spring. And I was feeling good!

Michael and I took the dogs for a nice long walk through High Park and we noticed that even Talulah, the one who detest winter the most, had a little spring to her step {pun totally unintended :)}.

Spring brings light, flowers, jean jackets and fresh warmth. It reminds me of the excitement of finishing off a year at university and of weddings – in particular my own. It’s about renewal, refreshment and growth. And truthfully it helps me appreciate winter a little more, for without it, spring would not be.

spring wedding {A little throw back Thursday photo taken by the talented Blythe from Edmonds & Mckinlay Photography}

So with that, I am allowing myself to begin a spring countdown and since winter this year began way before the official start day I am crossing my fingers that spring is feeling as excited to come as winter was.

Only 20 more days!

Spring is in the Air

Baby, it’s cold outside!


Having grown up in the beautifully warm Mexico, I distinctly remember the time that snow and I had our very first encounter. I was about eight years old when my family and I went on a long road trip from the north of Mexico all the way to Montreal to visit some family over the holidays. I spent the majority of the long drive with my face plastered against the chilly window as I anxiously awaited for some sparkly flakes to envelop our Suburban {I was a patient kid} but apparently it was not a snowy winter in the States that year.

It was late at night when we drove into Canada and I have never been a good watch-man so I snoozed right through the snowy landscapes; it was not until I woke up the next day, all cozy in bed, that I had the opportunity to see snow. With the energy and excitement of a child on Christmas morning, my sister and I piled on as many layers as we could find {note for a child that grew up in the warmth of Mexico this meant socks, jeans and a pull-over hoodie} before running outside and literally tossing ourselves against a white fluffy mountain of snow. If you are at all familiar with snow, then you will know that it didn’t take very long for us to start feeling the burn of the cold, cold snow {if, however, you are not familiar with the pretty white flurries let me save you the disappointment and let you know that they burn like fire!}. Needless to say, I was deeply sadden by the reality of a sparkly white winter so winter and I, well, we’ve have had a rocky relationship since.

Having lived in Toronto now for the majority of my life, I have truly tried to make amends and have been looking for the little joys of winter. A warm cup of tea, a cozy wool blanket and a book are my favourite companions on a frigid morning or during a drawn out snow storm. I am currently in the midst of finishing Mindy Kahling’s book and I am loving every second of it {a light and hilarious read}. As winter hits us head on, though, I look forward to curling along with The Luminaires by Eleanor Catton. If you are looking for a phenomenal and gripping novel to take you through the winter, give this a try and if you will be venturing out on this blistering cold day, learn from my youthful mistakes and bundle up!

(Photo from source unknown)

Baby, it’s cold outside!