Two weeks after I first arrived in Toronto, I embarked on an almighty voyage out into the northern Ontario wilderness to spend a week with one of my shining soulsisters, the beyond-words glorious Heather of Sweetly Raw and Food and Yoga for Life.
Before you accuse me of speaking in hyperbole, when I say “almighty voyage”, I really mean almighty voyage. To get from Toronto to Heather, I trundled my suitcase down city streets and across a ferry to Porter Airlines, got delayed for half a day due to Hurricane Sandy causing Porter to cancel all its morning flights, eventually caught a plane to Thunder Bay, arrived via taxi at a Bed & Breakfast around 8pm, stayed the night, got up bright and early to get a taxi to the Greyhound station, hopped on a four-hour Greyhound which, after pausing in the middle of nowhere to refuel at a gas station that sold little but cigarettes and beef jerky, drove me through increasingly snowy forests, then got off the Greyhound at the end of its line only to be picked up by Heathy for a last hour-long drive to her home.
And then I did it all again in reverse a week later.
I’ll tell you about my week with Heathy soon; for now I’d like to take you on a tour of my B&B. McVicar Manor is a gorgeous three-story beauty owned and run by Dorothy and Tom Walsh, who welcomed me with delicious treats, warm conversation, and the chance to live a little like a princess.
Princesses receive evening goblets of white wine upon their arrival at castle abodes, right? And are led up winding glossy-wood stairs to large bedrooms stocked with chocolates, flowers, bottles of spring water, a fluffy dressing-gown, a Brand New Friend, and their own personal bathroom down the hall, right?
Allow me to introduce my new friend, the Duchess Froufflepink von Sequinella. Oh how we talked and laughed into the night! Such secrets we shared. Secrets that only princesses and duchesses could ever understand.
Dorothy is known for her amazing three-course breakfasts but, as I was leaving bright and early the next morning, she instead packed me a delightful bag of fruit, cake, a sandwich, and juice for the bus. On my return back through Thunder Bay the next week, however, I made sure to wake up in time to indulge in Dorothy’s kitchen wizardry.
Dorothy’s tropical fruit parfait incorporated a mix of two different yoghurts layered with mango, banana, and mandarin, all topped with grated raw cacao and served with a mug of coffee and crystal glass of cranberry juice.
Instead of a hot savoury breakfast course of eggs and meats, I was granted not only cake, but multiple slices of multiple cakes (and you better believe I took up the offer to have seconds of my, well, already-fifths of cake). Citrus poppyseed and cranberry nut cake were gobbled up with joy, and I must say: I could get used to this princess thing.
Particularly if it means returning to spend more time with Heathy.