Bungy Jumping The Bloukrans Bridge – And The 5 Things I Took Away From It

Adrenaline, the natural high that can become ‘Oh so addicting’, and particularly when you are in South Africa. The country is chocked full of adrenaline packed activities for the souls delight. Upon arriving to South Africa for the first time, I had no idea that this all awaited me. Suddenly though just touching down on South African soil made me yearn for some adrenaline. Funny that. Like my little adrenaline loving soul could sense it.

The Bloukrans Bridge, is where the worlds ‘highest bungy jump off a bridge/highest commercial natural bungy’ is located.

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Sitting at a height of 216 meters. Up until this point I had never bungy jumped in my life, however I knew as soon as I found out about it, that it was something I had to do. A check on my list in life that absolutely had to be checked off.

Residing in Jeffrey’s Bay for quite some time, a stunning little world renowned surf town, which is only a 1.5 hour drive from the Bloukrans Bridge, the day came where myself and a few friends decided to make the trip and conquer this feat. During the drive we had the music cranked and were getting ourselves pumped. Everyone was saying how nervous and excited they were. When it came to me however, I was saying ‘I don’t really feel anything at the moment, I am not sure what to feel really…’ That is until we arrived and I seen exactly what I was getting myself into.

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Reality hit like a ton of bricks! ‘Oh dang I thought, when I looked at the size and height of this bridge. Am I seriously signing up for this?’ The day before the trip I had it in my head that I was just going to be awesome and leap off this bridge like no big deal. Just like a rock star.

Yes, that mental picture changed pretty quick when I seen the bridge, my non-existent balls fell straight to the ground. Suddenly I was feeling some freaken emotion all right. I ain’t no quitter though, at least I try to make it a point not to be. So I got all geared up and started making the trek on the see through suspension bridge out to the jump location.

The adrenaline and fear were already setting in. Once I was at the location, I was instantly thinking, ‘I must be crazy to have signed up for this?!’.

At that point backing out was very much on my mind. I was trying hard to self talk and get my head in the game, but really was on the verge of peeing my pants. Totally opposite to what I thought I would be like.

They did have a DJ there though and lots of good beats to get you pumped up. By time it came to my turn and I was on the ledge, I was still trying to back out. I didn’t care about my money, I just did not feel like hurling myself off a bridge. It didn’t help that I kept looking down when they kept telling me not too. ‘How the heck can I not look down, when I am on the ledge of a 216 meter bridge?!’ I said to them. I mean really, it was too darn hard not look down.

The guys running the bungy were not taking me backing out as an option. They were doing some really good motivating chat such as when I would say ‘I don’t want to do this, and I do not care about not getting my money back’, they would respond. ‘You do want to do this, or you wouldn’t be on the edge attached to a bungy, you wouldn’t have come this far if you did not want to do it’, and also telling me ‘Of course it is scary because its not normal to throw yourself off a bridge’. They had some very valid points, and even in my fear filled state, I couldn’t help but agree.

With a bit of motivation, and possibly a small nudge, I had no choice but to leap off the edge and was free falling faster then you could say ‘jump‘, AND loving every second of it!

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It was so crazy, and amazing. The feeling off falling through the air so fast, with the wind in your face and the ground coming at a ridiculously fast speed towards  you, until the bungy cord gently grabs and pulls you straight back up. When this happens I instantly tried to grab onto to something that wasn’t there.

So basically I was grabbing on to thin air. Once it pulls you back up you free fall again. The rush was like nothing I have ever experienced in my life.

Finally I was just hanging there suspended in the air at the end of the bungy cord, taking in every amazing second of being there. They say a lot of people get scared at that moment, so when the guy comes down on an abseil to get you, they make it clear that you are not to grab onto him, as it can turn into a dangerous situation. This turned out to be one of my favorite parts! He comes down and latches onto your waist and takes you off the bungy cord. As he pulls you back up, you arrive to a once again see through platform, which I basically scrambled on, because I was afraid of falling.

Once I was up, I was pumping with adrenaline, and when they came to ask how it was, I was so pumped up that too many swear words from excitement were coming out of my mouth to describe how incredible that experience was. Not my usual classy self, but hurling yourself of a 216 meter bridge will do that to you. I was profusely thanking the guys for helping make me do the jump. The feeling was beyond words.

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Here are the 5 things I took away from doing the bungy –

1.Clearly I am not super human. Even though at times I like to think so, put me on the edge of a 216 meter bridge attached to a bungy, and I will freak the heck out.

2. Yes it’s true, it really isn’t normal to jump off a bridge. There was no pun intended in that one. Although I am sure it will be easier now if I will ever do it again.

3. Gosh if I wasn’t attached to that bungy, I would have splatter like a bug. Even though at times I like to think so, put me on the edge of a 216 meter bridge attached to a bungy, and I will freak the heck out.

4. Listen to them when they say don’t look down. Seriously, as hard as it may seem, DON’T LOOK DOWN, it will just freak yourself out.

5. Face your fears. That was definitely life changing, and the hardest part was getting off the edge. The feeling of accomplishment from facing a fear like that is indescribable.

 

That was by far one of the best experiences of my life. The location was amazing, the people were great, and the adrenaline rush was EPIC. If you ever have a chance, go for it! Face your fear. I would love to do it again, and this time, like the rock star I envisioned.

Northern Canadian Class – Dining In Style At ‘The Back Eddy’

Classy dining around the globe is a hobby that I take very seriously. Enticing the palette with incredible and unique flavors and food pairings, all while surrounded in a comfortable chic atmosphere – is exactly what I am after when dining out. I am continually on the hunt to find the best and most amazing places to experience and share around the world. It’s an art that one can’t help but appreciate.

Here in the hub of the North – Hay River, NWT, there happens to be one of my absolute life long favorites. The Back Eddy. They always provide an unforgettable experience, and the dishes will never disappoint.  Having been in business for over 40 years,  it is clear there are many things being done right here.

The decor of The Back Eddy reflects a nautical theme, adorned with helms, and various pieces from ships.

Hay River has been a port for shipping and barging for many years, so it was very fitting for The Back Eddy to take on this theme. The name is derived from an ‘Eddy’, which is a whirl of water, and in this case, ‘Back Eddy’, intended to represent the whirl of water created by the back of the ship.

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The original owner of The Back Eddy also created what’s called, Back Eddy Spice, which is still sprinkled in quite a few dishes on the menu to this day, as well as sold in many stores. It’s a Back Eddy staple. The Back Eddy has now been family run by some pretty phenomenal people for the last 16 years.

The atmosphere is inviting and very relaxing. Particularly now with all of their festive decorations making the place feel ‘oh so magical’.

Each month they feature different lunch and dinner specials, as well as a monthly dessert(made in house).

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The majority of their dishes are all made from scratch in house and with plenty of love, so you are guaranteed to always have a fresh flavorful experience.

One of my absolute favorite dishes of theirs is the ceaser salad. Nothing fancy, but they make their own dressing, and it is sooo darn good. I can eat it every day. In fact, when I am home every year, I pretty much do eat it every day. I have yet to find another around the globe that compares.

This time around on our ladies of leisure dinner, rather then one of their tantalizing menu items, we were after one of their other classics. Hot Rocks.

Hot Rocks are just that, heated marble slabs, that you get to cook your own food on, right at your table.

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It’s seriously a lot of delicious fun. They come out already nicely heated and then you place them on the flames to keep the sizzle going.

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You have the choice between meat rocks, seafood rocks or a combo of both. We decided to go for the combo rocks which included, Lobster, Prawns, Chicken and Beef, along with plenty of various veggies.

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The platter is very abundantly stocked, and has a fabulous array of house made butters and dips. So you absolutely will no be going home hungry – better bring those stretchy pants.

First thing was first though. I needed to prepare my palette by getting the vino flowing(lets not forget who we are talking about here). It’s simply the classy lady way to begin any culinary journey. For a small Northern establishment they do have quite a good little selection of Vino to choose from. I opted for a Rose, a nice inbetween of white and red.

With hot rocks, your act of having dinner truly turns into an experience. It so nice to share fabulous food, great chat, and good drinks all while being surrounded by an extremely comfortable environment. It’s the best way, and always creates it to be nothing less then memorable.

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You won’t forget how full you were in the end either. Good thing the seats have wheels on them – in case you can’t get up and need to be wheeled out. Isn’t that a classy mental picture?!

The Back Eddy truly is a Northern Gem, and it only gets better with age. That’s right, just like a fine wine. If you find yourself in Northwest Territories, and particularly in the Hay River area, make sure you stop in and enjoy some Northern class and true North hospitality. Cheers to keeping the palette adventures going!

Chasing Beauty In The Northwest Territories – The Land That Doesn’t Disappoint

Well it’s official. It is mid October, and there is snow everywhere here in the Northwest Territories. Winter has come early this year. Not that I am complaining, I do love the snow. Especially when it’s accompanied by favorable temperatures. Although, the up and down, above and below zero game, makes things messy, wet, and slick. You never know what your going to get. Yes, the pro’s and con’s to everything in life.

Just before the snow flew, I went out on another day of adventuring. It’s just what I do. No matter where in the world I am. Trust me though, the snow ain’t gonna stop this lady from adventuring. It simply creates more various adventure opportunities. Particularly in the NWT.

The week prior to this I went to Twin Falls Gorge and enjoyed the epic ambiance of Alexandra Falls.

This time, we went the opposite direction. We cruised out to the little community of Kakisa, which is about 1.5 hours North of Hay River, NWT. With a population of about 45 people, I don’t mean little lightly.

The primary reason of driving out there was to visit Lady Evelyn Falls. Which is located just 5 km away from Kakisa. Obviously I had to take a little cruise through the quite little community since I was in the area. Lady Evelyn Falls are closed for the season. Well the campgrounds are.

img_4605img_4604  You can still walk in and see the falls. It was quite cool being in the area when everything is totally shut for the winter. A completely empty campground. Not a soul to be found, other then a couple of birds that is. Funny enough though, I wouldn’t have any problem camping in that weather. Get a nice warm fire going, a couple extra layers of clothes, and your laughing. Or perhaps I am just a die hard?! Ahh well, next summer.

Don’t forget to heed the warning before you embark on your waterfall adventure.

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I guess it depends what a high level really means? Thanks for the warning though!


Lady Evelyn Falls are quite a bit smaller then Louise and Alexandra Falls at the Twin Falls Gorge, however she is not lacking in pure stunning beauty.


It’s almost a calm feeling and smooth flowing energy when you are around them. As opposed to the powerful high energy feeling you get at the Twin Falls. It’s not hard to get down beside them, but we didn’t go for it that day.  It was a beauty of a pit stop, and well worth the drive in itself.

After we took in our fill of Lady Evelyn Falls, it was time to start driving back in the direction of Hay River. Not without keeping our eyes peeled for more pit stop adventures to be had along the way. I absolutely love having no plans sometimes. I truly believe in the journey along the way, and when you are open to receive whatever awesomeness is out there, you get exactly that. More awesomeness. Not without a few bumps in the roads at times. I mean trust me when I was crossing Africa alone with that mentality, there were some bumps. However, it always turned out amazing or with a big ol’ forehead swipe of ‘phew’ , and definitely added to my story.

There was this awesome little lookout point that we pulled into. You stand tall on the rocks, and take in the spectacular Northern view.

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It’s total Northern landscape as far as the eye can see, and it’s absolutely wonderful.

img_4559 It is so unique, and as you progress up North towards the Tundra, you have less and less plantation. The changes are dramatic, and the beauty just continually morphs, yet never becomes less. Looking into this bliss, makes a person want to bring a canvas and paint it. Maybe I will wait for warmer weather though. 

Don’t forget to lick a tree while you are there.

Not far up the highway from that look out point, we pulled into McNallie Creek, where sit’s another one of mother natures dazzling gem’s.


There is a day use area, and once again, another set of little waterfalls flowing into a bowl shaped ravine. With the icicles forming on the edges of the water, you can see winter is well on it’s snowy and cold way.  If you keep your eyes peeled when you are there, you can see cliff swallows nesting in the walls as well. Which we didn’t see that day…..

The depths of the water at the base does appear fairly deep. I have been told that people do enjoying jumping in there in the summer.

The paths around the area are great if you feel like frolicking in the bush.

img_4491 The colors were magnificent, and even though there was a chill in the air, after a bit of walking you don’t even feel it. You get warmed up by the incredible setting. Nothing compares to being in nature, it gives you such an uplift and flow of awesome energy. And particularly in the North. It’s a very special place that I will never stop boasting about.

That was a whole day of absolute pure bliss. It’s amazing what you can accomplish in one day. The majestic Northwest Territories once again did not disappoint. It seems as though she is the land of endless waterfalls.

While you wait to check the NWT off of your bucket list, don’t forget to explore your own back yard. There are always beautiful places hidden around every corner – where you would least expect it.

NWT – Beach Vibes On The Shores Of The Great Slave Lake

Northwest Territories, sun, sand, beach, and fall weather – I love all of those things. The NWT continually has unique beauty on offer. Summer comes to an end so fast here. When she goes, she goes. It’s essential to enjoy as much of the sunshiny outdoors and beach weather as possible before the Arctic freeze takes over.

So a sunny warm day in September, means it has to be enjoyed!

My hometown of Hay River is situated on the Great Slave Lake, the tenth largest lake in the world.

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At first glance you may think the water looks a little murky, being brown and stuff… But it’s as fresh as they come, being a fresh water lake, and the fishing is fantastic. The water can be chilly, but us Northerner’s are used to it, and our blood has no problem adjusting. Really though, it’s not bad at all. Once you hop in it only takes a minute to adjust.

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Now even though there is also a very large amount of driftwood, don’t let that deter you either.

The more driftwood the bigger the beach bonfires.

I love when myself and friends get together and crack some cold ones on the beach while enjoying the crackling of a bonfire.

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I would call it pure soul food. It always varies with the drift wood situation, sometimes there is loads, other times not so much.

It was a stunning autumn day – warm, sunny, calm winds, absolute perfect day to enjoy some outdoor bliss. Not to mention I had scheduled a date with myself. You know, epic ‘me time’, where I bask in my own awesome company, and re-charge.

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One of my favorite past times. It also gives me the opportunity to reflect, and get my creative juices flowing. I decided what better place to go then to the beach on such a miraculous fall day.

The water was ridiculously calm, not too cold, and the sun was as bright and lovely as a ever. I brought my blanket, and had some chill time. It was truly blissful. I have a massive appreciation for this part of the world. Perhaps I am a bit biased because this is my home, but it speaks for itself really.

My awesome energy was once again on full form so I could venture back into the world and share it with as many people as possible. Taking time for yourself is a gift that everyone deserves. Not to mention, taking that time to appreciate the beauty you have surrounding you exactly where you are. So what are you waiting for?! Get out here and enjoy some of that epic ‘me time’. You should also plan a trip to the alluring Northwest Territories.

Solo Road Tripping – How To Be Awesome On a Long Ass Drive

Recently I once again undertook the long ass drive from Calgary, Alberta to Northwest Territories. Having spent the most of year in Calgary, being awesome as planned, it’s coming to fall, which is one of my favorite times of year to be back home in Northwest Territories. The leaves start to change color, mother nature surrounds you like a beautiful painting full of stunning orange hues, and I can wear a few more layers of style. It’s just darn wonderful. Seeing as how it’s coming up time for me to head back to Mallorca, Spain, home time in the NWT is exactly where it’s at for me right now. How lucky am I to live this awesome life that I get to split up between my favorite places. Although, I created my life to be this way, and it’s possible for anyone.

Now usually the drive the from Calgary to my hometown in the Northwest Territories is about 14 hours, but I had decided to take my sweet ass time and stop to see any appealing sights along the way – so this time around it turned into a hard 22 hours. Hard, but enjoyable. I love my road trips, it’s the best time to have epic ‘me time‘, bask in my own awesome company and crank my tunes while taking in all the scenery. I just make the most of every situation life gives me.

I embarked on my journey at around 8:30AM, a tad later then planned, but only because I may have enjoyed an epic wine fueled laugh session with a couple of friends the previous evening. As if you can leave a place with out spending time with your peeps. It was way to much darn fun. Totally worth it. The late start and the sore head. I grabbed fuel for my car, and then fuel for myself from Starbucks, and I was on the road once again.

Calgary to Edmonton goes by pretty fast it’s only 3 hours, and with the highways being so busy between the two, it’s a breeze. Just outside Edmonton located by the little town of Devon, is the Devonian Gardens. I have driven by them for so many years with the intention of stopping, but previously when I tried it was always just out of season, and was closed. This time around, it was in season, and open! So I pulled on in and was ready for the ‘garden experience’ I had so long awaited.

I truly was blown away by this gem of a botanical gardens, they were much more then I expected.

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They have loads of different area’s from wet lands, to rose gardens, a butterfly area,

All the way to Japanese zen gardens, just to name a few.

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I was in heaven! I love nature, and this nature hideaway happened to be lush, immaculately maintained and smelled absolutely divine.

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It was the best pit stop ever to fill my soul with awesomeness for the rest of the trip. Although I ended up spending a couple of hours there, so it absolutely lengthened my trip. Well worth it though! You could spend all day in there.

Seeing as how by time I left the botanical gardens it was already near 3 in the afternoon, there really weren’t a lot of other places to pull into as they would all be closing. I continued on my merry way cranking my tunes, and just taking it all in. I always have so much going on in my little imaginative mind, that rarely do I ever get bored.

I stop for tea and coffee quite often too, I usually always like to have a tea on the go. I was in absolutely no rush, I was literally just going with the awesome flow. After driving North for the rest of the day, past plenty of farm land, rain storms, and quaint little towns, I finally arrived to High Level, Alberta at around midnight.

High Level is the last little town in Northern Alberta before you arrive to the NWT, and from there it is about a 3 hour drive to my home town. It’s the home stretch from then on in. Seriously though, all this dilly dallying around was starting to catch up, and 2 hours away from home I decided to pull over and take a power nap. I don’t believe in forcing yourself to stay awake, it only brings on accidents if you happen to fall asleep at the wheel. If your on a road trip and you get tired, just freaken pull over. Not to mention, it was a full moon out and it was looking ridiculously appealing. My windshield offered the perfect front row seat to bask in the glow of the full moon. I always have a blanket and pillow with me, so I am fully prepared in case I need a nap.

Cozy as heck, I ended up snoozing for 4 hours! I clearly needed it though. I woke up and it was light out, so I hit the highway. It wasn’t long before I made it to the NWT border.


Tired, grubby and rough on the exterior, but just as happy as always to see that beauty of a sign.

Between High Level, and Hay River(where I was heading) there is a place called Indian Cabins. A random shop in the middle of nowhere that sells off sale liquor, gas, snacks.

I was hoping for coffee, but it wasn’t open yet. I was able to have a good laugh at myself though, because the last time I was there, I got locked in this very outhouse at -30 degree Celsius weather.

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Yes, it was freaken cold! And Snowy when it all went down.

Not the most amazing experience of my life. Trust me though, I learned some very valuable lessons and even wrote an article about it.

3 Steps To Take When Your Locked In An Out House. Only me, only freaken me…..

Have a peak at the video blog I posted about my road trippin’ adventures while your here.

Not gonna lie, I was pretty darn excited when I finally arrived home! I loved every minute of that road trip, but I was also ready for it to be done 22 hours later.

So ladies and gentlemen, if your looking to be awesome on a long ass drive, may I suggest to stop and smell the flowers, just go with the awesome flow of it all, crank your tunes, sing your little heart out, and be open to whatever may come your way. As they say(still trying to figure out who they are?!) – It’s not always about the destination, it’s the journey along the way.  

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My Brand Spanken New You Tube Channel

I have been contemplating starting a YouTube channel for quite some time now – and I finally decided to put that thought into action. As much as I love writing about my awesome experiences, I also love telling them! So I figured if I added video blogs to this, then you all get the best of both worlds, not to mention you can really get to know me a lot better. The two blogs will just go hand in hand.

So please do have a little peak at my intro video……

 

I am super excited about this new venture and whats to come. Stayed tuned! And in the mean time, please do Subscribe, Like, Share, or whatever you feel really.

Cheers to being your most awesome self!

 Loved Week 6 Of My Orange Theory Fitness Challenge

6 weeks and feeling stronger every day! It’s incredible really. I am loving the changes I am feeling in my body. It is almost like an addiction now. I am happy to report that I set out to do 4 Orange Theory workouts a week during this challenge, and so far I haven’t missed one. If anything, I feel like pushing that up to 5 a week. Yes, you can call me a keener if you want to.

In reality though, Orange Theory does become a part of you. When I leave there I always feel like I am on fire. Your so mentally and physically pumped from the whole experience.

The OT marathon has begun, and I started mine on Saturday. We have the month of April to complete it.  I am in competition with no one but myself.

I am looking forward to pushing myself and seeing how far I get with it, Although there is one more reason I may push myself up to 5 workouts a week this month instead of 4, get those miles! I have never actually done a Marathon, so I truly wouldn’t mind completing one.

How about another challenge while I am on this challenge train?! Sounds good to me.

I started Monday off in Justin’s class at the Creekside location with strong determination and feeling on top of the world.

 Once again, that excitement to get back in there was massive. Right now, I am feeling the best changes ever starting. So that being said, there is no way I want to slow down, I want to see where I can go with this.

It was my first time attending one of Justin’s classes, and as it goes at OT, he is another great trainer!

He was continually on top of providing awesome trainer support to everyone. Not only that, he was a great sport at helping me get material for this here blog. We had a nice chat about how much we love OT too, and how true it is that it does become something you would prefer not to live without. 

Trust me, after first getting into OT in Florida 4 years ago, it was super hard for me to leave OT and head back to Spain. A bit heart wrenching really. So clearly I am over the moon to have it back in my life, and not have to leave it any time soon! Anyone who gets into OT feels the same way, so its always great to be amidst like minded people.

Tuesday I played hooky and didn’t go to OT. Kidding. Tuesday I had to work my butt off and couldn’t make it to OT.

Wednesday I was hauling ass to get to Matt’s class at Royal Oak  Traffic and work held me back. When I thought there was no way I was going to make it, I called in, and the awesome ladies at the front desk told me to still come and get in there(in one piece that is), as they were waiting for me. No was not at option. Now, you see just another reason I love OT so much. They love having you just as much as you love being there.

I got there just in the nick of time. I ran in, put my shoes on as fast as I could, ran past the desk while telling all the ladies how awesome they are, and straight in and on to the treadmill, where I continued to run my little heart out. Happy days! That is until my darn shoe laces came untied once again!!

‘Seriously shoe laces, we talked about you coming untied on the treadmill!’

It was a super busy class that day, and Matt was all business. He was making sure he kept everyone on top form. The class flew by because,

A) I was late, and so that meant straight into action.

B) It was super busy! It was a go, go , go kinda afternoon.

I was so happy that I made it in the end – and grateful to OT Royal Oak for being so accommodating. 

Thursday and it was full force once again in Cam’s class at Royal Oak. Actually we were also graced with Trish’s presence assistant coaching too as it was a fast paced and full session.

It was such an awesome class! We paired up with partners, and spent the class doing rotations between the treadmills, rowers and floor workout. I got teamed up with Khrista, and she was an absolutely awesome partner. If your gonna almost kick the bucket, sometimes it’s better to do it with someone else.

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She was tons of fun to pair up with and full of team spirit.

 We both pushed ourselves as hard as we possibly could, and finished with massive smiles and lots of sweat(obviously).  Exactly how you should look after an epic workout.

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You could definitely say that was one tough workout! 

I am growing more and more fond of the rowers. I think in the beginning the rowers were working so many muscles in my body(especially in my shoulders), and seeing as how my body was adapting, rowing was tough for me. Not to mention, some days I am a rock star, and some days my form on them is not on!

This day was no exception, and Cam and Trish kept catching me and correcting my form. It does make a massive difference, and I appreciate every correction I get. That’s the beauty of having trainers there to coach you.

Cam’s classes are always great, and he is full of fab energy that gets people moving.

We had some good laughs trying to get in position for a photo:)

 

In the end we nailed it!

I finished my 6th week off on Saturday in Deanne’s class. It had been awhile since I got to attend one of her classes, she is always happy, and so good at motivating you!  I was tired as heck that day, and was seriously contemplating re-scheduling for Sunday, but when I seen there was a wait list for most of the classes, I figured I best push myself and just go for it. I didn’t want to take the chance of not getting in on Sunday. ‘Come on Petrena, get your ass moving’. Self talk, some of the best conversations I have are with myself.

Once again, those days you really don’t feel like doing it, are always the ones that turn out to be some of the best workouts!

Clearly I found my sweaty zen

Deanne’s class rocked my little Orange Theory going world! I felt ridiculously awesome afterwards, and was pepped right up to tackle the weekend. She rocks! And of course we high fived the heck out of it.  There was just no other way. As per usual. 

I was able to rock all 4 of my work outs last week, and consistently get my splat points in the Orange Zone. Every workout, my body shows me more and more of what it is capable of. Its actually more exciting then anything, where can I take my body and health? The sky is the limit and OT is my ladder.

My measurements have gone down once again after a week of stalling, and it feels great.

Week 5: Chest 36, Waist 36, Hips 40, Arms 10, Legs, 24.5

Week 6: Chest 35, Waist 36, Hips, 39, Arms 9.5, Legs 24

Here are some clips from the week


I can’t even tell you just how much I loved week 6. The best part about this whole 8 week challenge, is that yes it has been challenging, at times, VERY! But its a challenge in an environment that I love, which is what has kept me going. The support you receive at OT, and all the awesome energy, accompanied with the awesome workouts, just keep me going back. If you find something you love doing, then not only is it a challenge, but its also a reward. It’s one of my happy places, that’s for darn sure.

Welcome to week 7!  

 

Living Dreams in Santa Maria

There is nothing like a Mallorcan adventure. More so,  just a nice afternoon excursion out of Palma. It’s always good to get out of the city when you can, there is just way too many things to experience on this wondrous island. The winter weather has been so incredibly awesome, it just asking to be basked in.

Santa Maria was the destination on the dice. A beauty of a little town on the interior of the island. No massive plans really, just take a nice walk around, find a beauty of a spot to enjoy some lunch, and sip on some fine wine.

Previously I have been to Santa Maria, but only by car. This time around, we were taking the train. You would be amazed at the awesome little metro system here on the island. I sure the heck was. I had been planning on taking the metro for years here on the island – just for something different, but always ended up driving everywhere. Knowing we had the intention of indulging in some vino, driving was not the mode of transport for us classy ladies.

The trains actually come much more frequent than expected.

We grabbed our tickets, and it was GO time!

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Aaaalll aboard. Next stop, Santa Maria.

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Ok, not the classiest looking train stop.

The rest is damn classy though. You just hang tight…..

It’s such a nice and quaint little town – epic little place to enjoy a stroll.

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This little gas station was too cute not to photograph.

Let’s not forget that it was also during the hours of siesta. So it was extra quiet in the streets. There is no messing around when it comes to siesta time in these necks of the worldwide woods.

Suddenly along our path, we came across an establishment called ‘Livingdreams‘.

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With a name like that, I was intrigued and drawn right in. It has such a crisp modern chic and naturally minimal appeal to it.

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So we grabbed a table in the front and preceded to get on the vino and olive wagon. The service was given with all smiles, and super welcoming personalities. I was diggin it -that’s for darn sure.

A little while into the day dreaming, nature was calling. That vino was going right through me. So I had to search out the ladies room. I didn’t expected to be astonished. Little did I know, I was absolutely about to be living a dream. A kick ass one that you are happy to not wake up from for as long as you possibly can.

I was pleasantly surprised just walking through the lux establishment, absolutely thinking, ‘well hello, this is enchanting now isn’t it?!’

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However, upon entering the courtyard to which I was directed in order to find the ladies room, my eyes widened with sheer delight.

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Hiding in the back was a classy courtyard ambiance. The next big thing in my head was, ‘We are moving! right freaken now!’

Wait though on second thought, it’s best I visit the ladies room….. Gotta stick the with program.

After that business was taken care of, it was straight back to Kassandra to say my thoughts outloud ‘We are moving, right freaken now! You will see why.Let’s go’

It was incredible. Right up our freaken alley. We ran around loving the secret garden, taking photos like mad.

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I had no problem imagining all the people I want to shared the little gem with(obviously this means you lucky duck).

Before that could happen, we needed to get back to business, sipping our vino and grab a little lunch.

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Yes you could definitely say,

I found my secret garden, with the fountain of Vino!! 

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The best part about having no plans or expectations, is that it always turns out better then you could have expected, as you didn’t have any – and more often then not,  you always end up getting completely blown away by pure epicness.

Being fabulous in my awesome Country. Canada and me.

Soooo, what was supposed to be a brief week pit stop in Canada from my travels to attend a blogging conference outside Toronto, ended up turning into a month of tripsing around and working my arse off.  My life always seems to have me on the go. One way or another I always find myself off on some sort of adventure.  Life is an endless series of random adventures. Well it is if you are open to it. Funny thing, when you are open to things, life presents you with an array of options. One could say, ‘a buffet of options‘. Since I am still free as a little bird to do it all, I figure why the heck not?!

After a week in the Toronto area, the night before I was scheduled to fly back to Spain, I re-routed to Northwest Territories, where I hopped off the plane, grabbed my car(literally) and road tripped like a rock star 15 hours straight to Calgary. How do I do it? Beats the heck out of me. Must be the green juices.

I had important blogging business to attend to. When you are building something, you have to be committed. That’s the only way to see if flourish – and I am all about flourishing.

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Calgary is my fave Canadian city. It’s where I will be spending this winter being awesome, so I am busy establishing myself there. I have lived there previously before my world wide travels ensued, so I have loads of friends there, and it still always feels like home. I am excited to see what luxury living in Calgary is all about. Luxury living in Mallorca is pretty darn sweet.

A trip to the city is never complete without some kick ass catch ups. This beauty of a lady is one friend that I am so lucky to have, never have two people loved life so much when they hang out. Literally we can drink wine all night and basically just talk about how much we love life, while laughing our asses off. Its pretty epic and undeniably refreshing if you ask me. Come join us and drink from our fountain of two pea’s epic-ness, and while we are at it, we can climb the awesome tree. It will be the best day of your life.

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Calgary has so much happening, its super vibrant and I find it’s taken on a bit of European feel with it’s cafes, restaurants and urban developments. Which clearly tickles my fancy. Considering my other home happens to be in Europe, none other than Palma de Mallorca, Spain, to be exact. I love having the best of both worlds on my sweet home soil. Makes my little nomadic heart sing a sweet sweet song, in a really off key voice. Not sure you will be lining up for my concerts. Although I am a very good public speaker if you want to come hear me talk about some inspirational life topics and stories.

Once I had my way with Calgary in the classiest fashion ever – it was straight back up to my first home in the NWT, where I ran around barefoot in the bush for my whole childhood. It was time for some snow, bonfires and northern lights action.

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Lifelong splendors that never get old for me.

Obviously some catch ups were in order as well.

image1 (6) Friends of all ages. Age is just a number is it not?! Its pretty hard not to love ridiculously cute kids, made by one of my ridiculously awesome life long friends.

I also freaken love the North. Obviously.

It’s not everyday that a person is lucky enough to call three incredible places home. I am good to life, and in return, life is good to me. I am darn grateful, that’s for sure. Not to mention, darn jet leg at times! Good thing I am a seasoned traveler. Not that being a seasoned traveler takes away from jet leg. Just as my hangovers get worse with age, so does my dang jet leg. Those would be the only times I actually feel my age – and possibly look it. I think the seasoned traveler part just helps in the fact that I am used to dealing with jet leg. Its a small price to pay. So is a hangover if its a fantastic bottle of vino.

With these three amazing places, it’s no wonder my blog is Barefoot & High Heeled. From wearing my heels in the cities just like Carrie Bradshaw from the Sex and the City, straight to kicking them off in the nearest forest to bask in the Northern bush atmosphere, just like Pocahontas from Disney. I am proud of my Metis heritage. Perhaps not totally barefoot in the snow though. Nobody wants frostbite now do they. Depends what your into though. Maybe frostbite is your thing. Although I am not opposed to dipping my toes in the snow every now and then. One of my fave things to do in the Northern winter is to have a sauna, and then after sweating your ass off for for awhile, you run outside and jump in the snow. AMAZING!!! Heck yes. Every cell on your skin tingles, you feel alive(and awake) and really, it just feels ridiculously fantastic.

Considering my plan was to spend three months in Spain, it only made sense after spending an extended week turned month home in Canada, to return to Spain for one more month, to make my three months away complete.

My awesome mother decided to drive me to Yellowknife, NWT, where I booked my flight from to return to Spain. We pulled in late(as we do), but that didn’t stop us from finding some live music and a bit of grub before we bid adieu once again.

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When you have chosen to be awesome in life, there ain’t no time for slacking, you just gotta go with the awesome flow, and embrace every awesome opportunity. We happen to be pro’s at that. Like mother, like daughter.

So yes, here I am. You found me. Back in Mallorca, loving life. I am super stoked to get to Calgary in a few weeks, but living in the moment is key. So in the mean time, I am gonna enjoy every moment I have here. Sun, Sand, cycling, vino, restaurants, writing my heart out, and random adventures. Like there is any other way. Here’s to embracing life. Are you coming?

Spontaneously, I woke up back in Spain.

As per usual Petrena style, I made the spontaneous decision to return to Spain for a bit. My other home. Palma de Mallorca, Spain. It seems I just can’t stay away for that long, it drags me back. Well, in all honesty it doesn’t take much dragging. Hello Palma!!

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Holy man, first of all, the mid summer heat nearly did me in. My Arctic blood always has an interesting go at acclimatizing to the heat. Trust me, I am not in my most attractive state when I am sweating my ass off….  It’s a great way to detox your body. At least that is what I keep telling myself in order to power through. It’s a small price to pay though to be back in the one of the most epic places on this planet. Although summer is ridiculously busy on the island, and there are loads and loads of tourists – so I still prefer the winter here, however, I love it any and all times of year. It’s just undeniably amazing.

I also decided to bring my sweet ass Canadian made Lochside bicycle on the journey with me. I have traveled with quite an array of interesting things, from a massage table, to hoola hoops, and onward. This was my first time with a bicycle though. So packing it was also an interesting little feat.

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Yet with some bubble wrap, tape, and some help from my awesome friends after a few glasses of vino, she was pulled together quite well. I even used a piece of rope to make a handle(which ironically was very handy). She made it though! Intact(well just a couple bumps and scrapes) and equally as excited for the Mallorca experience.

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We were greeted by one of my best friends, and a fab wine and cheese spread. Let me just say, I am beyond happy I brought my bike, we just rock these bike paths together. She really is just such a smooth ride. It helps that the island is built for cycling, and there are loads of bike paths all over the place. I knew I wouldn’t regret bringing her along. My piece of home that I get to share with my other home.

Coming home Palma always also means one thing(among many). Catching up with my awesome friends. With time away, the excitement to catch up is always building.

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Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Absence also creates in-between adventures, which in turn creates loads to talk about. Never a dull freaken moment. Between catch ups, cycling, and visiting my favorite restaurants, with Vintage(pictured below) in the trendy area of Santa Catalina being one of my all time favorites, I have been kept very busy.

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And while I was there, a visit Santiago De Compostela.

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A place full of mucho history, it’s a beautiful area.

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There is a well known pilgrimage called the Comino de Santiago, which takes about a month to complete. I have wanted to do it for years, more so for the fact that I want to say I have completed a month tour by foot. Santiago De Compostela is where the pilgrimage ends.  So you see loads of happy people with their backpacks, exuding satisfaction at what they have just completed. Being there and seeing that reinforced inside me that I want to do the walk. And I will indeed.

I also checked out the little town of Poio. It is a small place with nothing too major to see. However it is still rich in history, and I fell in love with it’s little old town. It came out of nowhere. We went from a quiet lunch and streets of not much.

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To jam packed little old town streets. In the matter of a turn of a corner.

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I loved the atmosphere it had. Until it started raining. And then I was soaked. I love playing in the rain, I will dance in it, put on my swimsuit and love life in it. I just wasn’t equipped with the proper footing for it at that moment. However it was a memorable area.

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Oh Spain. I absolutely adore you. Your just so darn fantastic. Not a bad place to wake up to – if I do say so myself.