The art of taking tea is enjoying the company, even if the only company that you have is yourself.  Sometimes, those are the best conversations!!!  Every morning, I make myself a cup of Chai tea to welcome a new day.

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“If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.”

William Shakespeare

When I was young, I looked forward to visiting my Grandparents farm. The smell of warm earth and the feel of a warm breeze is imprinted on my heart.

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They say you must get lost in Venice to fully appreciate the mysterious charm and decadence of a city that defies nature.  We did not lose our way – ever!  Thomas, our resident Giovanni Caboto (AKA John Cabot) did not lead us astray.   With his guidebook and maps, we clamored up and down the  steps that led to the fish markets, churches, Campos and signature Murano glass shops.  Our hotel was positioned in the center of a neighborhood where people met in a park that led to the sea.  The bells rang in the morning to announce the beginning of a new day that promised sunshine, blue sky and smells of sea mingling with the aroma of fresh bread.  We left Vancouver with rain coats and spent 21 days without a rain cloud on the horizon.  And yes, at the end of our street stood the house that belonged to Giovanni Caboto.

Peggy’s Cove has the best gingerbread cake.  It’s steamed and full of calories.  And I didn’t care.  In fact, I added ice cream.  No regrets.  When I received a thank you card from Halifax, I was back in Peggy’s Cove. By the by, there are several blogs that mention Peggy’s Cove and gingerbread.  So others have experienced the joy of ginger along with the fresh sea air of Peggy’s Cove.