The Airport

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A meeting place where hundreds of souls drift in and out, welcoming tired feet and weary body from long distances. Where warm hugs are given and received, and stories of colourful journeys flow

A farewell place where the promise of a safe return is met with tears and hopefulness. Goodbyes are temporary until the journey takes them home again.

The dizzying merry-go-round of interesting looking parcels calling for their owners. Tall and slender figures impeccably dressed in uniform hurries along. Each one dragging their big lunch boxes on wheels, one wonders where these elegant beings are headed next.

To pass time, a walk towards the shops is both satisfying and dangerous. The commercial pull of goods without tax is enough to make a person spend all their hard earned cash. Beautifully packaged items line the shelves, boasting of good deals to be had – enticing all the senses. Take caution, such excess costs more than a pretty penny.

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Amidst the organized chaos, giant metal birds with little glass pinholes and tails, uniquely adorned with bright, eye-catching symbols. Transporting itty bitty lives packed inside rows and rows of semi comfortable reclining seats. Sprinting down colourful runways, these giants allow humans to defy what was once impossible.

Among the crowd, there she stood. An excited observer, taking it all in, mesmerized by the continuous cycle that this place holds. Overhead, a crackly voice breaks her spell, “passengers for flight AF351 Toronto to Paris, please get your boarding passes ready”. The girl quickly grabs her passport and her lover; hand in hand they walk towards the direction of their next adventure.

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Snap Happy Bunny Eats: Under the High Wheel

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Now that I’ve baited you in with that delicious looking plate as the cover pic, do keep reading on^^ you might just find your next favorite spot.

I have a hunch that after this article is published on the blog, some people might get mad at me for divulging this gem of a place. Sorry introverts and foodies, your secret is now out. I’ve stumbled on this cozy café/bistro on my hunt for new places to explore in YEG. Let’s face it, livin in this city for a while, you need to branch out of the usual eating spots to add colour in your life amiright? I don’t know about you but I get excited scrolling through the #yegfoodie, #yegfood or even #gastropostyeg pages on IG just so I can get my fill on new places popping up around YEG. I’m kind of slow on the loop here so I’m not really sure how long this place has been operating but my guess is not that long. I’m talking about Under the High Wheel, yep, even the name sounds a bit weird. Don’t worry, it’s nothing like that inside. In fact, the interior of the place is very warm and inviting with wood accents and earth tones throughout. The decorations aren’t outlandish.. except for maybe that huge old-fashioned bicycle hanging on the wall, hence the name I suppose, nonetheless; I was sold!

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This noshery and catering establishment shares a space with D’Capo cafe and gelato. Just a quick tip, the entrance is shared with Da Capo Caffe so don’t be confused like I did and circle all around the building trying to find the door that says Under the High wheel! I was there to meet J before the lunch rush and the place was practically empty.

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This is us harassing the waitress to snap our picture.

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Since it wasn’t busy we placed our orders right away and was served in no time. I ordered the chai latte to drink …this is one of the best chai I have consumed thus far. I love the balance of the creamy and spicy flavours in the drink, just a touch sweet but I love my drinks on the diabeetus side.

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J ordered a latte I believe, but a taste of my drink had her asking the waitress if she could do a switch…no luck though 😦 she just had to unfortunately ogle mine as I happily sipped all that goodness 🙂 (next time J, you know what to get!)

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The menu was not as extensive for the breakfast portion, but there was lots of choices for lunch and even a good selection of dinner eats. I saw the words crepés on the menu and the hardest choice was picking sweet over the savoury kind. I went for the crepés beautifully dressed in chocolate and coffee sauce and loaded with a mélange of fruits… Yeap, me, and my diabeetus choices. My logic told me to go for the buckwheat crepés rather than the plain white one for some added health benefits….

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The dish was not overwhelmingly sweet as I thought initially and was quite good. The fruits, mainly different berries, were refreshing. Even though most fruits right now aren’t in season, these babies didn’t really have that tart or sour taste. The part that I had a bit of an issue was the firmer texture of the buckwheat crepés. I was hoping fluffy and soft but it took a couple times with my fork trying to cut a piece of the crepés. J ordered savoury crepés and she said the dish was delicious as well. 10/10 for us, yay! I’d definitely go back for a second round…. I needed to try that Belgian waffle on the menu after all^^ thanks Under the High Wheel, you did not disappoint \(^_^)/

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Overall, the experience was great and I can’t wait to bring the other girls here for brunch on Saturday 🙂 We wrapped up our girl talk and stuffed the last bites of our crepés happily and headed to our appointments. As I was still early for my appointment, I decided to walk around Whyte to waste some time. I was amazed at how different it looks in the day time as in the evening when the party crowds mingle the streets. I realized I needed to do this more often as I saw some quaint little stores to explore. So come join me next time then! Ciao!

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The Last Five Minutes

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That remaining five minutes on the treadmill is always the most excruciating for me. I push myself to keep running, my heart beating so fast I can’t keep up, my lungs in the verge of bursting. I remind myself as I glance at the machine’s display that “it’s the last five minutes, you’ve been at this for the past forty-five minutes you can certainly finish the rest”, but then I look back at the time display and only 30secs have passed. Quickly, agony comes and I think, why am I torturing myself like this? Why can’t I just stop this dreaded machine instead of letting it run me down? Just push the stop button, it’ll all be over.

My eyes shift towards a picture of a fit model doing some squats and I remove my hand from the stop button. Maybe this is why I keep a fitness magazine beside me when I run. Distract myself, keep going, keep pushing. Meanwhile, my legs feel like they weigh a hundred pounds each. While this battle in my head is going on you’d think five minutes have passed…wrong, it’s only been two mins T_T I die a little more inside.

This have always been the case with me and running in the treadmill. It’s a love-hate relationship with a machine that tortures me so and yet allows me to consume as much food as I want as long as I don’t forget to get back on.

So what do I do to get out of such a dire situation? I’ve found myself an effective distraction method

Let’s see: in the mornings where I’ve hit the snooze button one too many times and am running late, I take the fastest shower I never think possible-five minutes. Some nights I like to glam myself up a bit more, I put on false eyelashes and by the time I’ve run out of patience and have grown frustrated, the lashes are perfectly in place and five minutes have passed. On a good morning, my coffee run usually takes me five fantastic minutes in the drive through. Scrolling through my newsfeed takes five minutes (sadly, even more so than that sometimes), heating up my car takes five minutes. Doing the dishes I’ve left in the sink for a week takes me a measly five minutes. By the time you finish reading this article it will probably be about five mins. of your time (thank you very much btw^^) In fact, while I kept doing this I found a lot of things that I normally do which takes me five minutes.

Next thing I know, the beeping of the machine distracts my thoughts. I look at the display and that’s it, the last five minutes are over. I slowly pick up my tired, wobbly legs and I make my way into the nearest bench I can find to collapse in. Once again, I survived another battle with the treadmill.

On to reflection, If I had given up in that last five minutes, I would have defeated myself out of the wonderful feeling of overcoming something difficult and gaining a sense of strength from that (not forgetting about losing those extra calories of course). If I had given up in that last five minutes, the next time I face the machine again, I might just give up after fifteen minutes. It will only get easier for me, easier to give up on the most difficult things just because it doesn’t feel comfortable, because it is easy to abandon and pick up next time. If this attitude continue to convey in how I live my life, what would life be like? Sometimes, it takes that last five minutes.

You are stronger than you think my dear ❤