My name is Lei. I’m originally from the Philippines and now living in Ontario, Canada. I’m a nurse, teacher, and cook by profession, and a woman of many interests—some might even say I collect hobbies.
I’m a passionate food enthusiast and an avid bookworm. I speak passable French and plan to learn Spanish soon. I enjoy a wide range of sports, including biking, rock climbing, swimming, kickboxing, and archery. Music and dance are close to my heart—I play the piano, ukulele, and guitar, and I love ballroom dancing. I also express my creativity through painting and fashion sketching.
Lately, I’ve been creating video blogs documenting my travels and road trips across Canada. There’s still so much more I want to explore and experience, and I’m simply enjoying the ride—embracing all that life has to offer.
“Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”
~Ruth Reichl
Buongiorno, per me un caffè latte per favore!
Caffè Latte
I learned a little bit of italian after months of frequenting this “bar” (which is nothing like a pub) but it’s what we generally call a “cafe, coffee shop or coffeehouse”.
I’m not an absolute coffee aficionado but i have to say, nothing beats an authentic italian coffee–even Starbucks (Ooops ✌), one sip and you’ll forget this place even exists.
Besides the quality taste, the italian culture of enjoying coffee while standing and chatting “al banco” or at the counter always fascinates me. I like it. After all, coffee is meant to be enjoyed socially, slowly and not on-the-go.
I first fell in love with caffè macchiato. Think of it as a crossbreed between espresso and cappuccino–lightly milky and frothy. I call it a “babyccino” lol, as it is also served in a tiny cup (half the regular cup) or “demitasse” en français. But it’s every bit as satisfying as the grande.
From a coffee standpoint, it’s not the size that matters, it’s the magic inside.
“In dreams, anything can be anything, and everybody we can do. We can fly, we can turn upside down, we can transform into anything”.
~Twyla Tharp
Have you ever tried seeing the world upside down, suspended in midair, feet bound, with nothing but a cord keeping you aloft?
Recently, I bungee jumped off a 200 ft. high crane sitting atop the middle of a massive amphitheatre-shaped cliff of limestone rock, overlooking a 150 ft. deep aqua-blue, spring-fed lagoon.
The Great Canadian Bungee’s “The Rock” is by far the highest bungee jump in Canada and only place in America that offers a head/body water dip experience. The 160 ft. rebound is higher than the entire jump height at any other site in Canada.
All ages are welcome but there is an 80lb minimum weight limit for participants. Parental consent is required for all those under the age of 18.
As all adventures are, it involves some element of danger. But unlike skydiving, paragliding or any other extreme sports, it requires no skill or training. All you have to do is show up and B.Y.O.G. Bring Your Own Guts. Tons of it.
Most sites require advance booking. But I managed to snag a 4PM slot. Thanking my lucky stars, the sun and the moon that somebody cancelled at the last minute.
We spent the entire 2 hours watching other people jump and scream their heads off, which made me all the more restless. I just couldn’t wait to get it over and done with.
At 4 o’oclock on the dot, the crew signaled us to follow the rough, rugged road towards the limestone pavement at the top. It was a short 5 minute hike from the center.
After a short briefing which said a lot, “Empty your pockets”and “Spit out your gum” LOL, we were all set to get strapped.
The jump master ushered us to the crane and queued us in order of weight.
As far as safety checks go, we had our weights written on the back of our hands to help them determine the appropriate equipment to use. As you know, there is a weight tier system for bungee. They change the rope for every weight category. I was exactly 100lbs (the lightest among the group) so I stood next to a 103lb girl, my “weightmate”. Haha
I chose the ankle harness over the body harness, as suggested by the jump master. A padding was wrapped around both of my ankles with straps tied over and secured with a velcro. For added support and comfort, I donned a seat harness (the back-up harness) with an adjustable waist belt and leg loops.
One by one, we were called forward to the opposite end. When my turn came, they asked me to sit on the bench while they fasten the bungee cord to the middle of the strap in my feet. Then they ran all checks from top to bottom. Second checked. Third checked.
They had to secure my slippers in the belt. I was forced to go barefoot. Classy.
The lead jump master gave me a final briefing on how to do a proper jump. It was at this very moment that I told him I was scared. He replied nonchalantly, “Good! Fear is an integral part of adventure”.
It didn’t resolve my concerns in the least. But the comforting thought that somebody else was seemingly cool and unfazed by this whole ordeal, made me feel confident that I’d come out of it alive. So in the name of non self-preservation, I did it.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get the full “water dunk” experience. Blame it on my lack of height, my ungraceful jump or my anxiety-induced brain fog that affected my ability to follow through on things.
Head first
Hands up (like in a diving position)
Chin tucked (into the chest as far as it will go)
Simple.
You’ll hear the jump master say that a couple of times in the video. Think of it as every jumper’s mantra.
Yet the very moment my feet left the platform, it seemed like time stopped and everything happened at breakneck speed. My body just went into autopilot and all logic escaped me (including the mantra I had been mentally reciting a thousand times).
Add to the fact that I was falling as fast as 100 kilometers per hour in 5 seconds!
So instead of raising my hands high above my head, I held them stiffly, at my sides. Apparently I lost my sense of direction as well. Lol.
It was the sudden tug on the bungee cord that brought me back to my senses. Then I realized, ughhhhh I screwed up the “hands” part. Well, too late. In a matter of seconds, the cord snapped me back up and I began bouncing up and down 2 or 3 times, moving back and forth (which felt like an eternity) before coming to a swaying standstill.
All of this to say, it wasn’t what I exactly pictured in my head. And certainly didn’t pass muster in James Bond’s standards. Lol. The screaming didn’t help either.
Throwing yourself 200 feet down towards the earth is definitely not a walk in the park. Unless you’re JB. Look at this guy! Defying gravity in all his glory.
#jumpgoals
But at least I was able to pull off that “Superman” Dive the first few milliseconds of the drop.
Oddly enough, falling is the easiest. Once you let go, everything follows smoothly. You’re giving up even the tiniest bit of control you have. You’re left at the mercy of gravity. And honestly, it’s too short an experience that you won’t even have time to breathe, much more think about anything. All the fears, worries and anxieties disappear in an instant and replaced by an overwhelming feeling of serenity and freedom. It’s surreal.
On the contrary, the hardest is always the beginning–when you’re standing with your feet halfway over the edge, waiting for the countdown. And the only thing between you and the drop is your fear telling you that you can’t do it. Worse, you have to do the jump on your own. Nobody will do it for you. It’s ALL YOU. And it MUST be done.
Trust me, it’s a real struggle–no amount of “pep talk” will ever make you feel better. You will be terribly scared, regardless. That’s totally normal. It’s part of being human and alive.
Imagine looking down from a height, into the blank, open air. It’s terrifying beyond words! “Omg the view seems to stretch forever” “Why does the ground below looks further away than it should be?” “What if I throw up all my lunch?” Suddenly, you find yourself second-guessing and overthinking. All these silly questions flood your head.
At one point, my legs felt too heavy. I was holding onto the railing as if my life depended on it. Am I ready? No, not really.
Bungee jumping is all mind over matter. It may sound clichéd, but it’s true. The mind is our biggest battleground. The longer time you take to make the leap, the more time you have to make up excuses and chicken out.
Sadly, nothing in life waits until you’re ready–even the bus to work (true story of me every single day! lol)
“There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any”.
~Hugh Laurie
You will never be 100% ready for anything. But that is the beauty of life, you’re free to take chances despite being entirely unprepared. There are no rules. Every moment could be the right moment.
In the words of Benjamin Mee in the film Brought a Zoo,
“You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just embarassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come out of it.”
With 5 seconds of my own insane courage, I took the leap of faith. It was hands down the best impulsive decision I’ve made in my life.
It was an experience like no other.
In the end, you realize it’s not about conquering the jump, but yourself.
Make the jump. Everything you need is already within you.
“Life is full of surprises and serendipity. Being open to unexpected turns in the road is an important part of success. If you try to plan every step, you may miss those wonderful twists and turns. Just find your next adventure-do it well, enjoy it-and then, not now, think about what comes next“.
~Condoleeza Rice
Unexpected fun is the best
Well, technically I paid for the tour so I’m not sure if it qualifies as “crashing”.
However, to some extent, it felt like I did. To them, at least.
For the record, I’ve never been to a bachelorette party; more so riding a giant bike and partying in the open with 15 or so other women I have never met in my life! To say it’s hilarious is an understatement.
Imagine the look on their faces when I, out of nowhere, just hastily plopped down on the last seat left–because I was running (literally) late, as usual. Lol. I could practically hear the gears spinning in their heads–wondering why i was there, as though I was some creep. I had to quickly introduce myself to avoid more confusion. I could hear their surprised “Ohhh’s”. All eyes on me. Boy, was it awkward. Haha
Then Gabriel (the tour guide/bike operator/my savior) happily welcomed me and everyone just followed suit.
Halfway through the tour, he actually asked me if I knew what was going on. I probably looked lost.Lost in translation. Lol. The tour was entirely in french. Although I understood, to some degree, when he started rattling down the details of the tour, I struggled more with the unfamiliar local words. But I survived despite my imperfect french (giving myself a mental pat on the back).
18-seater bicycleWith the Bride-to-be
Thanks to Vélo Festif Montréal. I had my first ever Bachelorette Party! Haha.
Check out their website, they normally host party tours–birthday, bachelorette or any party. You can choose from a variety of tour themes with different itineraries, depending on the day of the week. Or you can rent the entire bike privately.
I booked the Gourmet Tour which perfectly suited my foodie self. Food is included in the tour. In our package, we had Smoked Salmon Bagel and Poutine–two of the most iconic foods in Montréal. And then we stopped by Siboire (their bar of choice) for some beer and cocktails.
Smoked Salmon BagelPoutine (made with fries topped with cheese curds and gravy)
Like they say, the best parties are the ones you never expected to be in. And fairly enough, I had an absolute blast! It was a great way to meet other people as well. For nearly 2 hours, we danced, sang (yelled for the most part) and pedaled our way through the busy and vibrant streets of Mile-End, with loud music blasting from the speaker (great playlist, btw). Pubs, restos and shops lined up the streets and people and pedestrians were waving, even taking photos and videos of us. It was insanely fun!
If I had known, would I still have gone?
The thing is, you wouldn’t possibly know. The booking is done online but will only ask for your personal information, the number of seats you want to reserve and your preferred tour and date. Mind you, even the mighty tour guide had no idea.
But c’est la vie. Sometimes, we have to embrace the unknown and just adapt to whatever life throws at us, no matter how challenging or uncomfortable it may be. Because in reality, things don’t always go according to plan–swerving off the track once in a while. That’s just how life is, unpredictable. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun while we’re there, does it?
“We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out”.
~Ray Bradbury
What coffee taught me about life: History of Laundry
I am not a big fan of coffee. I don’t particularly dislike it either. But long and meaningful conversations over coffee, definitely! It’s limitless–where random thoughts eventually develop into creative ideas, deeper insights and even potentially life-changing realizations. Ranging from life, family, culture, religion, history, sports, fashion, literature, travel, you never know where a cup of coffee will take you.
Caramelatte
Today, it transported me back in time to the 1930s.
Wringer Washer
This is a vintage hand-operated wringer washer that we spotted earlier in an antique shop for $175.
I was fascinated by how this contraption was designed–the simple yet remarkably fine workmanship of this piece (which I thought was a baking equipment at first, it looked like a rolling pin! Haha)
I learned it was widely used in the UK and in much of Europe and North America–back in those days before automatic washing machines were invented.
The roller on top of the machine is the “wringer”, made of either wood or hard rubber that squeezes excess water out of the clothes when fed into them.
Yes, it’s a sloooow and laborious process which will most likely take up your entire day. Whoah! But hey, when I was a kid, I used to walk down to the river with our househelper to wash our clothes. She would mercilessly beat the clothes with a wooden bat, stomp or slam them on the rocks (pretty brutal thinking about it now!). You don’t even wanna know how long the entire process took, probably twice or thrice the number of cycles on a standard washing machine nowadays. But it was a very effective method in getting rid of the dirt and the clothes came out cleaner than I thought. Surprisingly, despite the technological advances and improvements in this modern age, this antiquated laundry method is still being practiced today in my hometown and even in some parts of the world.
Mont-Royal is a big hill overlooking the island of Montréal and Saint Lawrence River. The Beaver Lake, Kondiaronk Belvédère and the Mont-Royal Cross within Parc du Mont-Royal are among the most popular spots in the area to visit. There are numerous trails that you can take. If you’re up for some good cardio workout, try climbing up Mont-Royal stairs, with 400 steps going up the mountain starting from the corner of Peel street and Pine Avenue (which we did and was totally worth it). You’ll be rewarded with a refreshing and stunning view on the hilltop. Finish off the morning with a nice and filling breakfast/brunch at Café des Amis/Pavillon du Lac-aux-Castors.
En face du Lac-aux-Castorswith the girlfriendsLife’s simple pleasures The girl behind the lens–Moi
We also took some photos of the castle-like buildings on our way to the stairs, just along Peel Street. They were giving us the hogwarts vibe. But they’re actually university residences. How cool is that! It was quite a sight!
We had one of the best brunch buffets last weekend. Vieux-Port Steakhouse is located in Old Montréal, along Saint Paul Street, one of the oldest and picturesque streets in the city.
They usually host buffets every Sunday from 10:00 A.M. to 3:00 P.M., mostly by reservation. We booked the earliest (10AM) haha so we had the place to ourselves for an hour or so until nearly noon when the place was jam-packed.
Tables are set neatly around the room. There are five stations– american and continental breakfast (my favorite), meat, dessert, salad and a special station with a live action chef preparing orders. Each station features about 7-8 different delicacies.
He makes the best scrambled eggs! Breakfast desserts that will surely satisfy your sweet cravings Definitely meat our expectations
Everything was mouthwateringly good!
The place was stunning! The ambience was realIy warm and relaxing. I loved the classy rustic interior of the resto and its old-century stone walls, lamps and fireplace which make the perfect setting for an elegant dining.
À l’intérieur
It was a superbe gourmet experience and I’m glad we decided to go.
“Today is life–the only life you are sure of. Make the most of today. Get interested in something. Shake yourself awake. Develop a hobby. Let the winds of enthusiasm sweep through you. Live today with gusto.” – Dale Carnegie