Portrait

Distillery district

I love pictures of people.

Although I have no problem in chatting with strangers, I’m much more self-conscious about asking them if I can take their picture. Most people actually don’t mind and are flattered when you ask but for some reason I often feel shy about asking. This saturday we went to the Distillery District and while sitting outside having a coffee, I couldn’t help noticing this older Chinese lady sitting beside us. She was colourful but what attracted me was the peaceful vibe she emanated. I finally broke down and before we left, I asked her if I could take her picture. She smiled shyly and mumbled something while pointing to the entrance of the restaurant. I guessed she was saying she didn’t speak English and her companion was inside buying the coffee. So I remembered the advice of a photographer when prompted how to ask to take someone’s picture when there’s a language barrier: I raised the camera to eye level and made a questioning look while smiling. She blushed slightly but sat up, very proud. I took the above picture and showed it to her. Her reaction warmed my heart: she gave a little excited shrill and gave me a big hug. Made my day.

Fall

Brazilian Fall?

Fall is in the air and I’m in the midst of midterm marking, lecturing, and writing. But today is sunday and we’re off for a hike with TBN. Hopefully I’ll be able to take some nice pictures along the way.

Tour de Greenbelt

Ontario’s Greenbelt is an area of protected greenspace and farmland, where some of the best agricultural land in Canada is located.To promote the Greenbelt, volunteers and sponsors put together a bicycle ride each year called the Tour de Greenbelt. I saw an ad for it last year but we weren’t cycling as much then so postponed our participation till this year. There are four different rides to choose from and although I really wanted to do the one through the Niagara vineyards, we were busy that weekend. The second choice was the ride out of Newmarket, a small town north of Toronto. Why? Because it would start and end at a farmers’ market and I couldn’t pass that opportunity!

The weather forecast wasn’t good. After weeks of perfect weather, they were calling for rain on Saturday but we bought some rain gear and decided to go anyway. In the end, the weather held, the sun came out at certain points of the ride and the rain only came when we were back in Toronto. It was an amazing day! We’ll definitely do some of the other rides next year; maybe we’ll even volunteer! Click below for a slideshow:

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International Car-free Day

Today is international car-free day, a day in which people are asked to leave their car at home and go about their business without it for a day. The idea is not only to illustrate how life is like in any given city without most of its cars on the road but also to reflect on the challenges and limitations of being without car, particularly in North America where cities are not pedestrian-friendly. Toronto failed miserably a couple years ago when celebrating car-free day. The city had done much to promote it and then when the day came, most city councilors arrived at city hall in their cars. When asked by reporters why they drove if the city was making such a big deal about car-free day, most simply stated that it wasn’t convenient to take public transit. And that was that.

Alan was furious and wrote some letters to the mayor and his ward representative, but the city councilors are partly right. We have a long way to go to catch up with most European countries when it comes to public transit infrastructure and sharing roads with bicycles.

A Canadian woman who lives in Copenhagen was interviewed on CBC Radio this morning about car-free day and she confessed that it doesn’t occur to people there to mark car-free day since two-thirds of the residents already commute by bicycle or public transit. She spoke about the infra-structure built in so that cars and bicycles can share the roads easily without confrontation and how traffic lights are synchronized to the speed of bicycles (20km/h) so that cyclists can get a green light all the way through when commuting.

And Vauban, a suburb of Freiburg, Germany, has banned cars altogether. The entire suburb was designed and built so that every resident is at walking distance from shops and schools. Public transit into the city is also easily available. Read more about it here.

As a historian, I understand why North America moved away from a focus on public transit and based its cities on private cars. How we got here is not the issue. The issue is that we now know that this car culture is not sustainable in the long run and our society needs to invest more heavily into making walking, cycling, and public transit the most convenient options for its citizens. Maybe that way, our councilors won’t have an excuse anymore. Better yet, maybe like the people of Copenhagen, it won’t even occur to us to celebrate car-free day.

PS: Montreal has closed part of its city core to cars today.

Yet another cycling picture

The good weather will soon end and the cycling will stop but for now, we try to make the most of the summer weather of the past week. While I love my Opus for commuting and getting around town, for longer rides with a group I needed something else. So we finally got something this weekend. Meet my new bike, a cyclocross:

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Last night we went out in yet another ride with TBN. This one got us to the Leslie Spit, a park that extends far into the like and from which we got an amazing views of the city. It was an ideal ride to test my new bike since the ride was only about 25 km but it went through very varied terrain – from smooth roads to rocky and sandy gravel. Ideal to test the versatility of the cyclocross. The bike performed really well and I’m very happy with it.

But the best was the view of the city:

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You can browse the flickr site for some other pictures, but you get the idea. The evening ended at a vegetarian restaurant near Gerrard & Broadview where I had the most amazing grilled eggplant dish, even if it left me really full…

Colder than people in TO?

Toronto_080131_0126.jpgIt’s a Canadian reality that if you are not from Toronto or don’t live here, odds are you hate this city. A similar situation can be found in most countries. New York, Madrid, Paris, London, São Paulo, are all the object of ambiguous feelings by Americans, Spaniards, les français, Brits, and Brazilians respectively. So the Vancouver billboard promoting a brand of beer with the words “colder than people in Toronto” was not surprising even if it annoyed a few Torontonians and allowed Vancouverites to laugh and puff their chests in self-satisfaction.

I’m not a Torontonian and Alan and I came to Toronto from the city that perhaps hates this city the most – Montreal. Montreal’s attitude towards Toronto is steeped in the complex conflict between English and French that marks this country but also in the fact that Montreal only recently lost its position as financial and cultural capital of the country to Toronto, when most of the multinational corporations’ headquarters left Quebec because of the separatist movement. Even the most level-headed Montrealer can’t avoid holding negative opinions about Toronto. When we announced to our friends that we were moving to Toronto we might as well have told them we lost a cherished family member or were diagnosed with a terminal disease. Every single one of our well-traveled, open-minded, and otherwise cheerful friends reacted in exactly the same way. “Oh no! Why?? You’re going to hate Toronto!” they exclaimed, before starting a long list of stereotypes Montrealers believe fiercely about Toronto beginning with the Coors commercial line and going on to say that Torontonians only think about money and work, they don’t know how to have fun, they only talk to you to know what you do for a living, there’s nothing to do in Toronto, everything closes early… the list goes on and invariably ended in my favourite: “Toronto is not as multicultural as Montreal”. That one always makes me laugh as it shows that either the speaker had never been to downtown Toronto or hadn’t been here in over 30 years. We usually simply nodded, pretending to agree.

Alan and I had never been to Toronto before so there was no point in arguing. Initially, even Alan had the typical Montrealer reaction when I told him I had decided to do my PhD at the University of Toronto. “I’m not going to Toronto!” Fine, I said, I’ll commute. Eventually he came around and accepted the inevitable. By that point I had convinced him to arrive with no expectations and give the city a fair chance. I didn’t know Toronto but I’ve always been suspicious of easy generalizations so I didn’t take any of what we were told seriously. I arrived in the city with the same attitude I have about any place I’ve ever lived in – an open mind and determined to like the place so I can make the best of my time here. No point in being miserable for minimum of five years we would have to spend here.

HappyEven with our positive attitude, we were pleasantly surprised. Every person with whom we interacted in our first few weeks here was welcoming and friendly. As soon as we mentioned we had just moved here, they would say “welcome to Toronto!” Granted, we live in the gay village, perhaps one of the friendliest places in town but we’ve had similar experiences hanging our in other neighbourhoods. We found that much like in most places in the world, if you are friendly and make an effort to talk to people, they will talk to you. Alan quickly got to know everybody on the subway platform on his way to work and we are on first name basis with all our neighbours and all the people that serve us in all the stores and restaurants we frequent regularly.

In time, we found that every single stereotype held about Toronto was at most, a myth. Torontonians are not just focused on money – the city has its Bay street lawyer types but it is also home to a very vibrant artistic and bohemian community. If you follow my friend JP’s blog, you’ll find that the indie music scene is quite impressive and it’s easy to watch live shows and have a lot of fun for next to nothing. Toronto’s diversity is perhaps one of its features that I will miss most when we finally leave. Alan used to get home from work full of excitement telling me he overheard people speaking Swahili on the subway. For the nature lovers, the big city of Toronto can be an oasis as well. Its green spaces and ravines make it indeed a city within a park.

The only thing we initially missed about Montreal was hearing French on a daily basis and the food culture. But as my food blog indicates, I’m slowly discovering that Toronto has much to offer in the latter regard as well. If only our Montreal friends would come to visit us so we could show them…

Meet Christie Cat

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Our friends M & W asked us if we could look after their cat while they visited family on the east coast for a couple of weeks. I immediately jumped at the opportunity since I’ve always wanted to have a cat. I could be qualified as a dog person by most accounts and I’ve only ever had dogs but I’ve always been fond of cats as well. I used to love visiting my cousin when I was a kid because she had cats; I was 8 years old but I could spend hours just petting the cat and watching it sleep. When I was 10 I used to go by the dry cleaners beneath my building every day to visit their cat. I was there first thing in the morning before I went to school (I usually waited for them to open the store) and went by in the afternoon on my way home. I would sometimes spend hours there chatting with the manager and playing with the cat. I thought I had died and gone to heaven when the cat had kittens.

I felt the same way about dogs. If you have a dog, you’ve seen kids like me. I was one of those who knock at your door and ask if they can walk your dog. Yet I never had either cats or dogs while growing up. My mom didn’t want any and she made up some excuse that we were allergic or something, which never really rang true to me since I played with all these animals in other people’s houses and never got sick from it. But whatever. I finally got a dog when I was 17. My last dog died three years ago and we haven’t replaced her for a number of reasons. I’m finishing my degree this year, we don’t really know where we’ll end up and there’s the possibility that we might go back to Spain for a year or two down the road. I cannot allow myself to get a dog if I don’t feel I’d be able to keep it. That got me started on thinking of cats. They are a bit more portable and could be quite fun to have down the road. So when M & W asked me if I wanted to take care of Christie for a couple of weeks, I said “definitely!” And it’s been great. He’s a very nice cat; very loving and playful. We were worried for a bit since we hardly knew him and he spent the entire first day under the couch. He would also meow in the middle of the night as if asking for something. But then, by the second or third day, he had settled down, relaxed and now he runs to greet us when we get home, sleep by my side on the couch, and plays with me. As most pets, he also has his idiosyncrasies.  He likes drinking water by sticking his paw in the bowl and licking it. I caught him in the act once:

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Here he is in his favourite spot on the couch:

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Now I have to ask M & W if there’s any real food snacks that I can give him. He always runs over when I open the fridge and he sticks around when I’m cooking so I wonder if they used to give him anything…

Following on Alan’s footsteps

Before I go on about my current love for getting in shape, let me make it clear: I was never an athletic child. I was active in the sense that I was outside all day doing stuff with my friends but I simply *hated* every single sport my parents put me into – from ballet and every other form of dance to gymnastics, swimming, tennis, and volleyball. Much of that have changed since I met Alan.

It is Alan’s personal belief that physical exercise is crucial to maintaining quality of life not only now but as one gets older. Living with him and knowing many of his older friends has made it impossible for me to think otherwise. For those of you who don’t know my husband, he is 60 years old (will be 61 soon) and has the energy levels and stamina of a 20 or 30 year old (and sometimes behave like a 2 year old, but that’s another story). At an age where most North Americans start showing symptoms of all sorts of chronic illnesses, despite having his check-up done every year Alan hasn’t needed to take a prescription drug in nearly 12 years. Genetics is not the only factor here since his family is not exactly disease-free. His brother has had cancer and his sister takes medication to control blood pressure.

Being a child in the 1950s and a teenager in the 1960s did not instil in Alan a healthy lifestyle early on. He started smoking at age 9 and as the typical young man of his generation, his mind was more drug, sex, and rock & roll in the early 1970s than in having an active lifestyle. He started his working life as a jet-engine mechanic in an environment he aptly describes as a “old-boys club” where the major hobbies were smoking and the building and driving of fast cars and motorcycles. But Alan has the uncanny ability to re-invent himself every now and then.

It all changed when he decided to quit smoking. He quit cold turkey and needed something to keep his mind (and body) occupied so joining the gym at the local aquatic club where his daughter swam and dove seemed like a good idea. The club was well-known for its swimming facilities and a friend suggested Alan joined the Masters Swim Team. Masters swimming is an adult program designed to encourage fitness through swimming and based on principles that encourages fun, fitness, participation, and friendship. Being a sociable guy, the idea appealed to him immensely. There was only one problem. He didn’t know how to swim. So his friend suggested he take adult swimming classes, which he did. As soon as he learned the four swimming strokes, he joined the masters team. It didn’t start easy. He says his first 100m in a 50m pool took him 17 mins – 1 min to swim to the other side and 15 mins to recover hanging for dear life at the side on the lane ropes. Most nights he would puke from all the water he would swallow during practice. I’m honestly amazed he stuck with it but I think that has a lot to do with the many friends he made in the team. He eventually got stronger, became a very fast and strong swimmer.

But the best change was in lifestyle. At the swim team he met people of every age group (from 18-95) who had one thing in common: they enjoyed an active lifestyle. So before long they would meet for a bit of cycling, roller blading, outdoors swimming, or running in the summer and skiing and skating in the winter. From that to competing in triathlons was just a short step. Coming from a culture that values exercising almost exclusively for its aesthetic purposes, I began to see the long term impact of an active lifestyle. Meeting Eugene and Roman was particularly inspirational. Both are in their 90s. Roman started exercising later in life, is now 95 years old and doesn’t look a day older than 65 and still does triathlons. Eugene is 96 or 97, looks old but is very proud of still being able to swim 2000m three times a week. An active lifestyle did not necessarily prevent disease – both had open-heart surgery in their 80s – but it guaranteed their body was able to fight anything thrown at them better. They were both back in the pool within a month of open-heart surgery.

When we lived in Montreal, I was really active in the local canoe club and really took to kayaking and dragon boating. Since moving to Toronto, however, I’ve struggled to find a workout regimen to which I could stick. Early on, it was clear that either I worked out first thing in the morning or I didn’t do it at all. So I tried going to the gym on campus but that meant carrying all my work stuff with me and planning to have breakfast on campus. For some reason, it was never all that convenient. Finally, two months ago, we joined the YMCA almost across the street from our place. It opens earlier than the gyms on campus, which allows me to workout without feeling I’m losing my morning, which is my most productive time of the day. So for the last two months I have consistently swam for an hour 2-3 times a week and have done weights 1-2 times as well as done the odd yoga and pilates class. I cycle everywhere and occasionaly go for a long bike ride with TBN. And you know what? I feel amazing! A diet based on wholesome meals helps too, of course, but the truth is that I haven’t felt this full of energy in a long time. The back and hip pain I had from sitting by the computer all day have disappeared. The main challenge now is to see whether we’ll be able to get out of bed at 5:15 during the winter…

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