I’m bored, beyond bored, I mean I’m writing a blog. Wow. I’m sitting in the airport in Frankfurt wondering what I would do if I came face to face with whoever booked this nice little flight for me. Its nothing like what the boys had to deal with flying down to Venezuela last week but right now six hours at gate A24 waiting for my connecter to Paris just really isn’t doing it for me.
Since Superweek I have been just trying to enjoy the supposed summertime weather, its still coming right? Most of my spare time away from training was all about having fun with my GF, Amber; it’s rare that I am around for an extended period of time so we took full advantage. First thing after Superweek we did a little trip to Victoria for a couple of days where I had to do some testing at Pac Sport, but biking aside it was great. The second night there we went to an amazing Italian restaurant tucked in a back alley where Amber had a rich salad of spinach topped with Duck Confit and I enjoyed an amazingly tender Veal Medallions with roasted root vegetables and veal jus. Oh and can’t forget the tiramisu for dessert, don’t worry we shared it. What we enjoyed most at this little hide away gem was the fresh bread with an olive tapenade though ,diced olives and roasted red pepper drowned in olive oil, still trying to get it the same at home think I’m getting close. That was followed the next day by a trip to the museum to see the Titanic Exhibition, it was pretty cool stuff, and they even had a huge iceberg in one room.
Next was a trip back to back home (NB) for my brothers wedding and let me tell you it was definilty something special. Where I grew in Sussex NB, covered bridge and dairy town capital of Canada, you went either of two ways growing up, you became more of the redneck hick type with your big loud 4×4 truck with muddin tires and the quad in the back or you became the more normal civilized type. He went the first, myself, I like to think going the latter and apart from the same parent we don’t really have that much in common. But he still is my brother and was definitely making the trip and with Amber there its always good, plus we got to see my sister’s first child at only a month old as well as my brothers first child born just two weeks before their wedding, kind of weird being an uncle. Anyways so the wedding was interesting my brother wore jeans and cowboy boots, his wife also sporting cowboy boots with her dress, got to get reacquainted with all my brothers hick friends who used to harass me in high school and we enjoyed our share of the 165lbs whole pig on a spit which was amazing, made sure we got the best part, the tender cheeks. So with my brother and sister now both married I am the only one that remains and comment of the weekend was the good old “so I guess you’re next then, eh?” “When you getting hitched?” even a few drunken “don’t ever do it, your brother is screwed” ok sure but is his best man suppose to be saying that. The best comment was one that Amber overheard about herself while I was getting some family photos done “looks like he went and got himself a preddy little thing from da city”. Ha-ha, just find that funny because when you tell somebody from Vancouver that you live in Langley they can’t believe you would ever live way out in the “country” like that, “do they even have running water way out there”. The rest of our four day trip was spent doing a bit of hiking; ATVing and eating amazing home cooked food including Amber’s first lobster experience. She wasn’t much of a fan of putting a live lobster in boiling water though, all in the name of culinary delight though I convinced her.
It always seems like home is the place to go to really recharge the batteries, good food, no distractions and blissfully quite. So when I got back it was time to get back at the training to try to conjure up some form for the last half of the season which after weeks of uncertainty now looks like this. First the Tour De L’Avenir, getting a bit nervous for this one not even gonna lie, followed by Road Worlds in Stuggart Germany, then a quick shot home for the season finale of Veulta Chihuahua in Mexico. But all this training in the past few weeks doesn’t mean we weren’t finding the time to indulge in our favorite pastime, dressing up and going out to expand our culinary palettes, with two more fine restaurants off our goal of eventually hitting every fine dining experience in the Vancouver area. Off the list now are Don Francesco in Vancouver, where we enjoyed pistachio encrusted rack of lamb, veal stuffed ravioli and Vancouver’s best tiramisu, again shared ha ha, and Pearl in White Rock where we enjoyed the six course tasting menu, that one is going to have to get its own little write up. I love food. Ciao
Christian

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