Two hours of sublime lakeside road leads me to Kelowna, my new stage in the Okanagan valley.
A day in Kelowna
Nice lunch break at Brick Salted, run by a new leader ... A feast of fresh tuna tapenade accompanied to drool a Marseillais as well as seasonal vegetables - I tasted asparagus for the fourth time in three days, yay!
Then I leave for two hours ride on the Green Way. Me being lost on the road a few minutes before I ask a person with a sporty if I can follow it. Good idea: nice hike and discover the most successful with the fiftieth anniversary of Toronto assumes surprisingly his choice not to have children ...
In the evening, an excellent restaurant waiting for me: the Summer Hills. Taste, once again, are completely conjugated. The content of the dish is delicious, the view is just as important. My best night at the restaurant since coming to Canada, considering the food, the view and the company! A delight in every sense ...
An unexpected encounter
The rest of the evening is an incredible surprise: I meet a fellow blog, Sandro blog Cat Head, with whom I exchange for years but I had never met! Sandro knew I was in the Okanagan Valley, and therein he himself contacted me for that one last game. What a great idea!
Sandro I was inspired by my trip to Asia Southeast, and it changed the face of my trip to Taiwan with me (virtually) a couple of special friends.
What a night, what a match, what a feeling.
This is the blogger-traveler par excellence. On roads & blogger for 8 years, he never returned to France since! His pictures are to die for and it has a more humble attitude whatsoever. That was my feeling before I met him.
The real meeting took place, and those in which one feels connected in the opening minutes, if not the first few seconds.
A very nice person, consistent with itself, open, humble and really nice in a nutshell. Nice to have met him!
The discovery of Kelowna continues ...
In the sunshine, sitting next to my bed, I listen to the birds singing and the wind stirred the leaves of trees and water of Okanagan Lake. The weather was overcast today for the first time since I travel here. But heaven gives me all the more beautiful colors ...
Kelowna is a curious place. 100,000. Extensive, on Lake Okanagan. Much greener than the south of this region. Orchards, vineyards, hills, lakes, forests, this is what occupies most of the space. And in the middle, a little town. No city really interesting, but (very) many great little places, run by enthusiasts, or offering stunning panoramas.
This morning, I stopped at a bakery ... French! I meet Sandrine, moved here for ten years. His trick? pastry, she learned late in life. In France, she would never have pierced a woman, moreover started late, not possible. Here she has the freedom to express themselves. We discuss a lot of the "leaders" of the region, how they work together, to meet and exchange. It is far from quarrels found by us. And especially here, room for innovation. The country is young, there is no tradition as rich qu'encombrante. Leaders are constantly training, learn from several places and back create innovative cuisine based with local products of excellent quality. Fruits, vegetables, fish, meat or cheese, everything comes from here.
Sandrine so it is baking and I enjoy macaroons. I enjoy those lavender: beautiful transition because then I go for a walk in a field of lavender. The colors are beautiful, wonderful smells ... Roses and lavender, exquisitely blended and complemented other smells of herbs ...
Last stage of this marathon morning flavors, Meadow Vista Honey Farm, where the founder, Judie, as dynamic as charming, makes me rediscover mead. She Vin de Miel, history renamed it to be clear: it is an art to this wine, and mead is not only to beekeepers adventurous ... I am amazed by the flavors that emerge. Wood and probably one too many, the drink of the gods slap me a little about the brain.
Fortunately, it is time to sit at the table. Here I am at the Harvest Golf Club with a beautiful view golf. Incredibly, golf in the heart of an orchard, with Okanagan Lake in funds ...
This afternoon I'm off again for a little ride, this time around in the lake. Sublime colors while it's raining on my right and the sun is shining on my left. A battle cloud prepares to me above the lake.
I then regales an Alaska salmon (the French name of the famous salmon smockeye I hear so much about since my arrival in the region) at Corks restaurant run by a charming mainly Quebec team ...
source: http://www.curieusevoyageuse.com/
A day in Kelowna
Nice lunch break at Brick Salted, run by a new leader ... A feast of fresh tuna tapenade accompanied to drool a Marseillais as well as seasonal vegetables - I tasted asparagus for the fourth time in three days, yay!
Then I leave for two hours ride on the Green Way. Me being lost on the road a few minutes before I ask a person with a sporty if I can follow it. Good idea: nice hike and discover the most successful with the fiftieth anniversary of Toronto assumes surprisingly his choice not to have children ...
In the evening, an excellent restaurant waiting for me: the Summer Hills. Taste, once again, are completely conjugated. The content of the dish is delicious, the view is just as important. My best night at the restaurant since coming to Canada, considering the food, the view and the company! A delight in every sense ...
An unexpected encounter
The rest of the evening is an incredible surprise: I meet a fellow blog, Sandro blog Cat Head, with whom I exchange for years but I had never met! Sandro knew I was in the Okanagan Valley, and therein he himself contacted me for that one last game. What a great idea!
Sandro I was inspired by my trip to Asia Southeast, and it changed the face of my trip to Taiwan with me (virtually) a couple of special friends.
What a night, what a match, what a feeling.
This is the blogger-traveler par excellence. On roads & blogger for 8 years, he never returned to France since! His pictures are to die for and it has a more humble attitude whatsoever. That was my feeling before I met him.
The real meeting took place, and those in which one feels connected in the opening minutes, if not the first few seconds.
A very nice person, consistent with itself, open, humble and really nice in a nutshell. Nice to have met him!
The discovery of Kelowna continues ...
In the sunshine, sitting next to my bed, I listen to the birds singing and the wind stirred the leaves of trees and water of Okanagan Lake. The weather was overcast today for the first time since I travel here. But heaven gives me all the more beautiful colors ...
Kelowna is a curious place. 100,000. Extensive, on Lake Okanagan. Much greener than the south of this region. Orchards, vineyards, hills, lakes, forests, this is what occupies most of the space. And in the middle, a little town. No city really interesting, but (very) many great little places, run by enthusiasts, or offering stunning panoramas.
This morning, I stopped at a bakery ... French! I meet Sandrine, moved here for ten years. His trick? pastry, she learned late in life. In France, she would never have pierced a woman, moreover started late, not possible. Here she has the freedom to express themselves. We discuss a lot of the "leaders" of the region, how they work together, to meet and exchange. It is far from quarrels found by us. And especially here, room for innovation. The country is young, there is no tradition as rich qu'encombrante. Leaders are constantly training, learn from several places and back create innovative cuisine based with local products of excellent quality. Fruits, vegetables, fish, meat or cheese, everything comes from here.
Sandrine so it is baking and I enjoy macaroons. I enjoy those lavender: beautiful transition because then I go for a walk in a field of lavender. The colors are beautiful, wonderful smells ... Roses and lavender, exquisitely blended and complemented other smells of herbs ...
Last stage of this marathon morning flavors, Meadow Vista Honey Farm, where the founder, Judie, as dynamic as charming, makes me rediscover mead. She Vin de Miel, history renamed it to be clear: it is an art to this wine, and mead is not only to beekeepers adventurous ... I am amazed by the flavors that emerge. Wood and probably one too many, the drink of the gods slap me a little about the brain.
Fortunately, it is time to sit at the table. Here I am at the Harvest Golf Club with a beautiful view golf. Incredibly, golf in the heart of an orchard, with Okanagan Lake in funds ...
This afternoon I'm off again for a little ride, this time around in the lake. Sublime colors while it's raining on my right and the sun is shining on my left. A battle cloud prepares to me above the lake.
I then regales an Alaska salmon (the French name of the famous salmon smockeye I hear so much about since my arrival in the region) at Corks restaurant run by a charming mainly Quebec team ...
source: http://www.curieusevoyageuse.com/
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