Shoeless Bon

Generally when I pack for a work trip I make sure I have some type of lounge wear/slob wear in my suitcase that is appropriate for wandering the halls of whatever hotel I happen to be in. I’ve learned the hard way that no matter how quick the trip to the vending machines might be, you will inevitably run into someone you know when you’re making the run in the bathrobe from the room. (True story)

 

Part of my comfort wear includes flip flops but apparently I had a mental relapse when I packed yesterday morning because when I opened my bag, I realized the only shoes I had were the ones on my feet. While find them comfortable, I’d been wearing them for about 12 hours and the thought of wearing them through our group supper just wasn’t working for me.

 

So I sent a quick Facebook message to my work cohorts, relatively certain they would tell me that this:

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wasn’t really appropriate for the hotel restaurant/bar for the evening.

 

That wasn’t the message back. So that’s how I went to supper:

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My feet thanked me for it. And really, they did sort of match my ensemble.

 

Food from the Rock

My trip to Newfoundland in July included lots of good food (of course). You know it was good when you’re still thinking about it two months later. 🙂

 

Photos From Fogo

Fogo Island has been on my bucket list of places to visit for a long time; way before Justin and Gwyneth made it cool. I had the chance to last month and it was so worth the trip. I’d go back in a heartbeat.

On The Road

July has inadvertently been filled with work travel with the bonus of the meetings being in places off the normal meeting track. Something I’ve not been good about (but am trying to do better) is taking some extra time for stops along the way.

 

A little over a week ago I was at a meeting at the Pictou Lodge. It had been about a decade since I’d been to the area with little free time on the last go through.  This time there were lots of stops on the way.

 

A broken air conditioner meant we were driving with the windows down and the scent from Seafoam Lavender Farm made us turn around and double back. It was a cute little shop; I’m anxious to try my treasures, particularly the pet spray (Charlie can be stinky).

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