The laziest morning in world history was achieved today. I inhaled my standard bowl of mini wheats, before hopping straight back in bed for movie watching and snoozing. I wish this holiday would last forever cos lying in bed all morning is magical.
I finally tore myself out of bed at around midday for a run- I knew I’d be feeling sleepy all day if I didn’t. I spent half the run feeling asleep but by the time I got home I got a nice little endorphin laced surge of energy. Hill sprint repeats will do that to ya. This hill may not look so intense but trust me it was a BEAST. Ouch.
When I got home it was go go go time because me and Curtis wanted to hit a yoga class before going to the art gallery on it’s cheap night of the week. Because we are addicted to slow cooking it was mandatory that we put something in before leaving the house, today it was perogies (Ukrainian dumplings, they are AMAZING), a can of mushroom soup, and some onion powder. We really outdid ourselves on the difficulty factor with this one folks.
Coffee before yoga was needed, doing close to nothing all day really wiped us out 😉 seriously though we both felt really tired on the train and stopping at Mario’s cafe where we had wanted to go for a while was the ideal solution. Apparently it has the best coffee in Vancouver and it was super cosy and my maple sugar coffee was the perfect combination of authentic Canadian style + caffeine + sugar hit. Winning. Bonus was that I got to speak Italian with the owner (I lived in Italy for a while back in the day) and that always makes me happy, I don’t get to speak it often these days at all.
The yoga class was beautiful. It was a small class so the teacher asked us what we wanted to work on, I was too shy to say anything but it worked out perfectly because the girl next to me asked to work on building heat. I felt really cold all day so this suited me well and the class also had some incredible quad stretches which were exactly what I needed after my hill sprints. Bam.
After class we hit up the art gallery, wow we are classy. We are cultured hippies ok 😉
When I came to Vancouver the first time I wanted to go to the art gallery but didn’t have enough money to spend so it was kindof awesome to go back tonight with my Canadian man on cheap Tuesday. My favourite thing was definitely the crazy stool sculpture, man creative people are amazing. I was mad at Curtis though because he is an artist too and so knowing how beautiful his art is slightly ruined all the other paintings for me, nothing lives up to my man’s creativity. I’m not biased I swear.
Perogies for dinner were everything I imagined them to be, hot, creamy, and comforting. Crazy filling too, I was pretty much ready to explode afterwards (eating less wasn’t an option as they were too delicious and I missed lunch by accident due to rushing- this is a very rare occurrence so I was slightly hangry on return home).
Finished the night with golf balling my feet and bloggifying my life while pretending to watch Fury. I wanted to be a good girlfriend and watch it with Curtis but man that shizzle was way too intense for me before bed. I generally prefer movies with limited plot lines that I can understand and no violence and lots of minions. Fury did not live up to any of this.
Ultimate lazy morning suggestions?
Who loves minions?
Favourite artist? Curtis obviously and then Gustav Klimt, he is amazing.