Back to the business of pedalling A and Z

B.A.C.K.
To the basics.
On the road again.
Or, was that back on track?
Back to the business of pedalling A and Z and hanging out with 26 of my dearest friends.
But we’ve been estranged for the past little while.

So, should I just weave you a tale or come clean and dish out the truth?

A wee bit of storytelling of epic proportions would be right up my alley but the cold, hard facts of reality scream to be heard.

Not like I dropped off the edge of the earth.  A tad challenging, considering it’s round, not flat.

Was I snug as a bug on a chaise lounge, gorging on bonbons and vino, binging on endless reruns of The Housewives of Beverly Hills?  You’re kidding, right?
At least about the bonbons.

Did my pink sneaker clad tootsies instead find themselves out on a limb, kilometres away from home, scaling Mount Kilimanjaro or dancing up a storm at Marie-Antoinette’s decadently opulent digs in Versailles?  More like stuck in the mud in a rut not far from a hut.

Alas, dear reader, none of the above.  Nothing even remotely close to emulating the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous whilst sipping champers on a beach in Capri.  And you can forget about that lunch date with the Queen.  Gulp.  Better get it over with.  Weaving tall tales of pirates and ships better suits my fancy as opposed to spilling the beans and ‘fessing up to the bitter truth.

Ahhhh....Capri.  And, where's my yacht?


Need I say more?  And on that note...



Here goes nothing.

And, pray tell, just exactly what have I been doing these slothful couple of months?

Absolutely nothing.

Just gorging on bonbons and vino, binging on endless reruns of The Housewives of Beverly Hills.

And there you have it.  Unproductivity at its finest.

And, on that note, might as well top up the bubbly.  Hic.



Back on track.  Next post in two weeks!  Sometime the weekend of Oct 21st/22nd.


Catch up with Pink Sneakers on the Go on the road to Esslingen via routes unknown and tunnels galore!


Stop the presses!!

Spinning stories and weaving webs are somewhat of a specialty of mine.  After all, dear reader, why bore you to tears with tales of the mundane, when I can regale you instead with travel Miss-adventures of the Nora Pink Sneaker inspired kind?

Schlepping suitcases up and down denizens of stairs are a favourite activity of mine, which ties for first place with aimless wandering for miles on end, lost and directionless in foreign cities on the other side of the globe.  A close second and runner-up is one that involves racing the clock, narrowly missing my scheduled flight and least but not last, hopping on the wrong train. 

You might often wonder why I don’t post nearly enough travel photos, as, after all, I am a travel blogger and posting pictures is what travel bloggers are supposed to do.  Key word – supposed to do.  But that involves talent and skill and most importantly, knowing how to properly use a camera – a complicated task involving timing, dexterity and having read and understood directions that are spelled out in hundreds of incomprehensible languages.  And even then, they’re Greek to me.  And, so on I fumble…

It's all Greek to me!


Heck, it could be worse.  I could be a Vlogger and have absolutely no video content to share with you.  Now, that would be a whole other kettle of fish.  Might as well stick to what I do best, scribbling and stumbling my way around the world, sharing words of wisdom on how not to follow in the footsteps of you know who.

Due to circumstances beyond my control (and no, my laptop was not on the fritz, I didn’t have writer’s block and I hadn’t run away to join the circus – at least not yet), I literally fell of the map into the deep, dark rabbit hole of unproductivity.  So, I’m a tad embarrassed to have to confess the cold, hard truth.  And really, what type of pathetically made up excuse could I possibly come up with yet again, this time around?  After all, haven’t I utilized a whole pile of them lately?  What else was left?


Unproductivity at its finest.  Nap time!

This one is entirely plausible and somewhat believable.  And I’m 99.9% certain that it’s happened to you, at some point in your life.  And, if not, then you’re a genius and not technologically challenged, unlike you know who

Yep.  You guessed it!

I couldn’t access my account because I had inadvertently forgotten my password for Word Press.  Three strikes and you’re out!   Hold the presses!  Hey, wait a minute… I’m with Blogger!

Ta da!  Issue resolved! 

I’m now back on track and will resume regular postings every other week – weekend, that is.

New dates!  New times!  New content!  New look!  (Coming soon – or just as soon as The Kid formats the revamped website, which of course involves a hell of a lot of pleading and a ton of bribery courtesy of her cuckoo ‘ol Auntie Nora.)


Stay tuned for the updated website coming soon!


Catch up with your bi-weekly fix of Nora Miss Pink Sneakers on the Go.


Next post:  The weekend of Oct 7th/8th.


A piano in the park and a cha-cha-cha with the chickadees and chipmunks in Gananoque

No road trip is complete without inadvertently stumbling across the odd and the unusual or even the downright strange.  After all, one is almost guaranteed to come across – but, only if you keep your eyes wide open! – something that is so outrageous and out of place, you will end up doing a double-take, as well as give your head a disbelieving shake.

Quirky, quacky and downright wacky was the theme of the day as we trundled along in our spiffy new jalopy along routes unknown toward paths yet undiscovered.  On the road to somewhere but not really anywhere and who actually knows to exactly where, on a Pink Sneaker quest to track down the Runaways, who had buggered off to parts unknown on an impromptu adventure all of their own.

First stop was Gananoque (population 5,194, to be exact) where pianos in the park were apparently the norm.  Say what?  Or, was that, hear what?  A symphony, of course.  Classical melodies permeated the air, Chopin and Mozart were alive and well and my pink sneaker clad feet found themselves itching to waltz the afternoon away, not at a fancy Viennese ball, but right here and now, outdoors, in the park.  Even autumn was eager to put on a show and shake, rattle and roll, merlot hued leaves twirling and swirling in a frenzied dance to whistling October winds.












After all, what else is a cuckoo ol’ Auntie to do if she happens to inadvertently stumble across a piano in the park?  Wait for an invitation to the ball?  Might as well lace up her beat up old sneakers and Cha-Cha-Cha the night away with the chipmunks, chickadees and squirrels.

Gananoque is an aboriginal name and translates to “the town on two rivers”.  The Gateway to the 1,000 Islands and the St. Lawrence River, this charming eastern Ontario hamlet offers old-fashioned elegance and more than enough activities to check off your bucket list.  Whether building sandcastles on the beach or hiking and cycling along picturesque trails, the options are endless and the memories beyond priceless.  Whatever your interest, Gananoque has something for both the old and young at heart. 





Love the outdoors?  Sailing, kayaking and helicoptering adventures await. 

Love culture, art and the finer things in life?  Antiques, teashops, book nooks and galleries beckon.  No further need to elaborate!

Love classical music?  Just hang out in the park and listen to the piano man play.

Just another day in the life of enchanting Gananoque…

Come play in the park and boogie with the best of them, where a piano is the star attraction, beckoning visitors from far and wide to chill and listen to the sound of music.  Had Sidekick Oz and I not been on a mission to track down the Runaways, we never would have ventured far from home and found ourselves in the quaintest of towns by the St. Lawrence River – out on a lark to hunt down the wayward trio, our sojourn en route to Quebec City instead led us to a piano in the park.

Next blog – In 4 weeks!  Wednesday, May 10th!!

Stay tuned for the continuation of the adventures of cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora and Travel Bud Oz.  So, do we ever catch up with Inspiration, Creativity and Imagination?  Only one way to find out – Catch up in four weeks!

Addendum:  Yikes!!  Has it been almost four months since I've published a post?  My apologies, dear readers, for not having scribbled or posted anything since April.  The excuses, there are many, and some have been due to circumstances beyond my control, but life and work obligations kept me off the writing track.  I'm back now and will publish the next post within the next couple of days (sometime within the week of September 24th). 




Cell-Phone on the Go via a detour to the US of A!

You know that there’s a slight “problem” when your cell phone inadvertently ends up “visiting” the United States, while your pink sneaker clad tootsies have remained planted on firma terra on the other side of the border.  And, to further complicate matters, I had forgotten to take along my passport.

Confused?  So am I.  So, let me just backtrack and start at the beginning.  Or, better yet, speed the entire process up and instead highlight snippets of the events that led up to that oh so pesky and unsettling cross-border issue.  After all, Imagination and Inspiration had flown the coop and so why even attempt to embellish the situation with a whole lot of superfluous words and phrases.  Creativity would be having a ball partying it up on the other side of town, doubling over in laughter at my pathetic attempts at explanation, as I struggled to come up with a theme and string a few measly sentences together.  

Yep.  Exactly why we were on a road trip to track down the wayward trio.

Jamming to golden oldies, belting out one off-tune Karaoke hit after another, Travel Bud and I were having the time of our lives, practically bona-fide rock stars on the road to super stardom.  Or not.  Nonetheless, we were in our glory, crooning with Sinatra, Cher and Adele, trundling along in our jalopy on routes unknown and paths yet undiscovered.  The autumn foliage was a kaleidoscope of crimson hued orange and merlots, a National Geographic cover shot showcasing the splendour of a Canadian October.










Even overcast skies and a light drizzle couldn’t dampen our spirits, as the scenery was a picture perfect postcard and the company, superb.

What could go wrong?

And then.  The unthinkable.

A screech.  And.  Then.  Another.  A scream so hair-raisingly frightful, it had the capability of waking the dead on both sides of the Atlantic.  The crazed woman’s pitch was an earth-shattering howl so gut-wrenchingly piercing I actually thought that my eardrums would burst.

Impending crash?  Did our vehicle just run over some stinky ol’ trash?  Had a herd of caribou bashed head first into our trusty ol’ clunker? 

Nope.  Nada.  Zilch.  Nothing of the sort.

A simple ping.  That’s all it took to send me over the edge.

A text message from my cell phone provider welcoming me to the US of A!

HELLO??????   Who’s calling??  You’re texting me from WHERE????



But I’m still in Canada and haven’t stepped foot into the States!!

Yikes!!  Now what? 

Addendum:  Apparently my cell phone had inadvertently picked up an American signal, for we were about 8 or 9 miles away from the border.  Nothing like being slapped with unplanned roaming charges and the astronomically high rates charged by out of country cell phone providers. 

Let the screaming commence!

Oh, and did I happen to mention that Travel Bud was none too pleased with you know who, as I did cause quite the ruckus howling and shrieking about my new state of poverty, as I now had to dish out mega bucks for my Cell Phone on the Go. 

And, let’s not even get into the near fender bender or screeching to a halt on the side of the road and the near miss of that ever so messy ditch, all because of a certain someone’s ear-splitting screech.

Let the squabbling begin…

Come hang out with Travel Bud and I as we sing, screech and squabble our way to Quebec City.  And, remember, don’t freak out if your cell phone pings or picks up an American signal if you’re a few miles away from the border.  You won’t get charged, as I found out a few weeks later when I received that month’s invoice.  I was in quite the traumatized state, unsure if I would end up owing hundreds or thousands of dollars for my cell phone bill.  All is well that ends well and the extra cash that I had stashed away is accumulating in my piggy bank for my next adventure on the Go!

Next blog post -  In four weeks!  Wednesday, March 22nd!!  Catch up with the adventures of Cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora and Sidekick Oz on the road to somewhere but who really knows where - wish we had a map - guess it will take us that much longer to meander along paths unknown to Quebec City.  The sojourn continues....