Lovely Lonely Sundays

I promise I have not started this only to not continue it. I am more than certain there will be weeks where I am bombarding you with post after post and weeks, such as this, where I take a little hiatus. It has been a busy week here in PDC. Last Sunday, one of my very good friends, that I had the pleasure of meeting while teaching English in Cuernavaca, was here on a short vacation in Cancun with her parentals.


I was super excited to see her again. She was here for a week about 6 ot 7 months ago and stayed with me when we were still boxed up in our studio apartment. I was excited to have her stay at our new place since the two floors and the extra rooms was a much needed change and a nice welcome to have guests stay with us.


Monday, wasn’t anything special. I worked the late shift (we have to work one shift a week from 11 to 7 instead of the normal 9 to 5). However, mid-day I received a message from my lawyer letting me know that I needed to be at immigration the next day to pick up my documents This lead to another long, late day as I needed to start work early, leave half way through the day to get my documents, and then head back to work to finish the work day. Although, I am more than happy to have my documents, finally, this time it has been a very lengthy and drawn out process as the lawyer I used was less than on time with anything. What should have taken 1 to 2 months maximum took over 3 months to have completed. Well, in hindsight, I am still lucky to even have everything completed and a big ¨here, here¨ to another year to live and enjoy Mexico. Alexis, my boyfriend, met me afterwards to have a celebratory lunch. I had a veggie burger but it wasn’t what I ordered and it fell apart after the first bite. How does this still happen with all the techniques that are available in the veggie burger world. I felt like I had gone back in time and wanted to ask exactly what they used to hold it all together. But wouldn’t want to get obnoxious would I?


i booked Wednesday off to spend with Andrea and her friend Monica. I decided to take them to Akumal where you can swim with the turtles. Since the last time she was here she didn’t make it out I decided that I would take them here for a special day under the sun, catching up and swimming with the turtles – and of course beers on the beach. It was a memorable day and they got to see the beauty of the turtles up close without having to pay for an expensive tour.

Andrea and Monica


Please note that I know that the locals are only trying to make a living but they will say deterrents to you to get you to spend money or more money. This time I was told that if you chose to bring your own equipment (snorkel, mask and flippers) that you would need to rent a life vest as it is mandatory. This is simply not true. It is a public beach. It is swim at your own risk. So, as long as you aren’t swimming out the reef and know your limits and respect to the sea this is simply not needed. By all means if you aren’t with a playense, a local, then for sure take the tour and the guide and the life vest. It was a fantastic day spent together.

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We later decided to go out for a drink at a local spot which has cheap litros. These are essential huge glasses of beer for around 4 to 5 dollars. My friends and I here have been going to this spot for the last year and always have enjoyed it up until recently. They have raised the prices which I am sure is to meet demand. However, with the increased prices they also like to add an extra drink or two to your bill. Most people don’t notice this I am sure, as we didn’t at first, usually you will go out in big groups of people here and lose track of who drank what and how many. Since I first noticed that they do this I have kept a tab on my tab and it is always 1 or 2 drinks more. When you dispute this they take the bill and kindly bring it back with the tip (15%) then written on the bottom of your bill. So not only do this wish for you pay for an extra drink they want you to pay them a 15% tip. This is in my opinion is completely distasteful and after this last time I will not be going back there. It’s a shame that they take advantage of people in this way.


Well, that is about all that has happened this week. The rest of the week sort of flew by in a blur. I usually don’t work Sundays but once every three or four weeks here I am. The office is super quiet and so I have time to do other things since there is little to no work that can be done. Only an hour and half to go. Thanks for stopping by and hope you continue to share this adventure with me. Love and light. xo – H

It’s official

I don’t know about you but today has been a whirlwind and a die-down of the last three months or so all spilled into one day. Finally all that waiting is over and done. As I have mentioned I am living in Mexico. While it is a dream come true at my **cough**cough** young age there are some regular stresses that must come about in the process. The main one is Immigration. Although, it is actually is not as bad as it could be I will admit that. It is still a worrisome process. If you have moved to another country you’ll know exactly what I mean by this. I have been here in Mexico for just about three years now and it was that time, again, to renew my papers. Once they have been submitted you are in limbo for however long it will take for them to be completed and approved. Today was the day and I have my new card and I am good to go for another wonderful year of adventures and life in the dreamy tropics of Playa del Carmen.

Now that I am winding down to the end of my work day I can finally take a big, deep sigh of relief and finally start my travel plans to visit back home. Which is in British Columbia and I cannot wait to eat, shop, relax, visit and catch-up with my much missed friends and family. I always look so forward to the trip back home but it is short lived and I am well ready to pack up and come back to Mexico on the onset of the week ending. This is usually a result of the wonderful timing of rain and my visits. June, you shall be kind this time around, won’t you? That topped with the fact I usually park my butt on the couch and don’t do much doesn’t make for a very lively stay. This time I do plan on actually doing some activities while back home. Which will of course include some eating time in Vancouver (of course there will be photos and reviews to share) and since it will be June a hike and some most certainly needed mountain and even camping time would be muchly appreciated. Sigh. I can’t wait. Mostly can’t wait for Karaoke. Who doesn’t love karaoke?

I promise to have some recipes up very soon as that is the promise of this blog. I will leave you with that my pretties. I must finish up with work stuff and head on to downtown for some errands.  Mostly, I’ll be just getting the rabbits some food. But more on those two bundles of fir to come. Doesn’t it sound nicer to be running errands? I wish you all a great and wonderful evening.

love and light – xo – H

Mother’s Day and Loss

A very happy Mother’s Day to all mothers, sisters, aunts, grandmothers and all the great woman in this beautiful world we share. Today is not a joyous day for me. I lost my Mother unexpectedly in the August of 2 years ago and for me that has changed this day and what it means to me. Being a mother is a blessing. To create something and bring it forth into the world is something truly wonderful. And I respect and value that. But I didn’t get to wake up today and celebrate how great my mother is but who she was. I get three solid reminders (of course much more) that she has passed from this world and onto the next each year. Her Birthday, the day she passed, and today.

I sit here and I remember today and I remember her. I remember her everyday. Today I take some extra moments to honour the amazing woman that she was. I am sad that I cannot pick up the phone tell her just how great she is and that I love her. But she knew that. She always knew that and I live my life for her to still be continuously proud of me, as she always was. Loss is hard and I am still dealing with it, however, today I am not sad. I am so thankful I had such a wonderful woman that taught me to always be me, do what I want and, as she would tell me, spread my wings and fly. Because of her I am who I am today and I am where I am today. I learned to take risks and don’t look back with regret.

To my Mother, thank you for everything. I love you!

love and light – xo – H

A little more on….

I trust you are all making a wonderful start to your Saturday afternoon. Myself, on the other hand, am working the grueling Saturday shift. I work in an office 9 to 5 type deal and Saturdays (and Sundays when they must be worked) are the dreaded days of the week. I am not sure which is worst, the Saturday or the Monday. Monday starts with usually a influx of weekend mailers needing their requests be met a lightning speed – not necessarily true – and Saturday. Well, Saturday is the opposite of that. *Insert bird chirps, crickets if you will*. So, there you have it in a little, neat nutshell. I have something to be happy about. I have this. This wonderful, scream at the top of my lungs, little piece of something to share and work on and write and ….. on and on and so forth. And I am dang darn happy about that!! I am ramble. Have you noticed?

Well, now that, that is aside I can move forward with today’s game plan that is to continue a little bit more about me. One of the reasons I really wanted to start this is that I am a struggling vegan. There I said it. I am not perfect. I am simply me and I am very much so, as we all are…. human! This can be tough and it has been for me as there always seem to be all these rules, restrictions, prejudices, and so many other descriptive words the second you open up your mouth and say you are vegan. It feels almost churchy at times and I feel that my beliefs if I can through that word around here may not match up and I’ll be thrown out of church and stoned. Okay, a bit dramatic. My point is, it is not always easy being who we are. I live in a Country now that still on a very meat-centric food path and I am stand out like a sore-thumb. I am okay with that. I am after all, 5’11” and blonde and load — Foghorn — as my dear lovely friends call me. So, I am aware of the fact that I don’t always fit in. I didn’t come here to fit in. That is the point.

I want this to be as real, as me as possible, and for any of you that knows me I CAN come across as the word is …. obnoxious. I am not, however, really the meaning of the word. I feel this word has lost it’s meaning and is simply used when someone may be loud, boisterous or otherwise but not necessarily offensive. The reason I have come to use this as my name for the blog is simple. So many of us are dreamed this because our views simply don’t mesh with what others views are. Well, that is alright Sunshine. I didn’t come here to always agree with everyone. And it is okay if you don’t either. But we have all dealt with our fair share of ignorance and for that I am here to say I feel you!!

So, now that being said hang onto your belt buckles folks. Things could get bumpy over here but I am down for the ride and I hope you are too. Welcome to The Obnoxious Vegan. Kick. Scream. Yell. Hell, throw some vegetable scraps my way if you must but somethings just got to get out and happen. I’m here to represent that side of us that sometimes ventures off the tracks and manages to find their way back. You may not always like what I have to say, how I say it or what I have to share and I am okay with that I just hope you stick around for the next one and a brighter day will surely shine.

I leave you with one thought today, if you haven’t had this one thrown your way. Have you or how would you deal with a situation of someone telling you that it has been discovered that plants have feelings and are sensitive and that you are a plant murderer? I am serious my dearies… office discussion one day as it has passed, would love to hear your thoughts.

Well, my lovelies. it has been a slice.

love and light – xo – H

What’s on offer for Vegetarians in Vancouver, Canada?

Great post! I’m going to check out some of these places one mini-vacay back home.

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When it comes to food, Vancouver has always had a healthy west-coast vibe to it. Now on the cutting edge of the latest trend – part-time vegetarianism – the bustling seaport in British Columbia is dishing out a sumptuous vegetarian spread larger than ever.  

Vancouver has long been a great city for a tofu fix, but now the chefs are branching out into sophisticated vegetarian dining fit to lure even the hard-core carnivores.

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At The Acron, Chef Rob Clarke’s award winning menu features beautiful vegetarian, raw as well as vegan plates. No tofu turkey or fake sausages here, but you’ll never miss meat while dishes like crispy beer-battered halloumi on a zucchine rosti with pureed peas, cauliflower mac and cheese, delicate raw beet, and macadamia nut cheese ravioli are around.

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Exile Bistro‘s plates are always filled with the west-coast’s seasonal wild bounty –…

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A little something to start with

I’ve been meaning to do this for quite some time. I have sat and pondered upon what exactly to write, to say, to describe to my friends, my family and perhaps some new friends and family along the way. I have put off starting this for so long and now that I am finally sitting here thinking that I have finally taken the aforementioned plunge, I am left feeling excited, worried, anxious and full of anticipation — of what, I’m not quite certain. However, here I am writing this for you, none the less.

What I hope to bring is daily musings from my life, here in Mexico. I am Canadian. Born and raised. That probably brings up the question as to how I came to live here in Mexico; and that is good one. How time and it’s little consequences, and how one decision can really change your life for better or for worse and sometimes both and back again. That is my story. For better or for worse.

I moved to Mexico, to a city named Cuernavaca. A beautiful city aptly named the city of eternal spring with it’s never ending amount of buganvillas at every corner. But before I get to that, I should start with a short version of how it came to pass that my life forever changed and I packed myself up and went on this crazy adventure of love and life in Mexico.

First of all, I am not retired. Lord am I far from that. I had met someone while still living in Canada and at that time in my life I did not have a huge focus or goal for my future. The proposition to move to Mexico and try life there(here) came up and I put some serious thought into the idea. As it so happens, at this time the current job I had (at the time I thought it was my career) started to snowball into coorperate blunders and I knew that this train was one I was bound to hop off sooner than later. Sooner it was. And that was when I made the decision to pack my bags and go. Not so quickly as that – it felt like ages for the time to pass. I couch surfed for the next 7 (or was it 8) months between two good friends who were kindly enough to put up with me for that long. In return, I made them nourishing, plant-based foods, to spend my time whilst I awaited the date of the departure into the unknown — and that it was.

When the date came so much had happened and changed in such a short period that I didn’t have time to fully process that I had decided to make this move, quit my job and put everything aside for something so unknown and truly unexpected. I panicked!! On the Friday before my Monday flight, I gave up. I wasn’t going. However, with the love and support of my beautiful friend she convinced me that I could go, spend some time travelling, and if all else failed come back. Afterall, I had already quit my job. That wasn’t so bad, was it? So, Monday came. The morning was spent in a frenzy as I officially decided on that morning I was going to go – yes I am a bit neurotic. And off I went.

I was lucky enough to find a teaching job within the first week of landing. I had been taking online courses for teaching english. This was not enough. Gratefully, the school I was hired by had all the curiculumn and resources we needed. Which, if  you have gone to teach English abroad, is almost nothing short of a miracle and I am ever-thankful I did not have to spend hours through trial and tribulation lesson planning. Not my thing!

I was living with a Mexican family that consisted of Mother, Grandmother, daughter, and a maid. It was not a good environment for a quickly departured Canadian girl with no Spanish skills. I felt like I was thrown into the wolves den. And that I was. The happenings of these few months I shall devulge in a further rant, I am sure! It is far too much to simply contain here.

One thing led to another and my time in Cuernavaca needed to transcend and I came to the east coast to Playa Del Carmen and here I currently reside in Caribbean bliss.

This blog is intended to be my story. My attempts and failures at being and living Vegan here in this paradise. I also intend to give tips and helpful guidance to those coming to his area as there is SO MUCH TO SEE AND DO. I needed to say it!!! So much so that even after being here for almost 2 years I still have not gone out and done and seen it all. For that I am thankful, because I will be able to share that with you. I am an aspiring chef and it has been a challenge with the kitchen space and lack of accessable ingrediants and utensils here. That will also be noted upon. I will help with vocabulary and restaurants that are vegan friendly here. All this and I am sure and more as I am not completely set to how it will all come about in the end.

However, what I want more than anything is to share my life, what I find meaningful and perhaps spend some memories together in this crazy tropical ecstacy I am so thankful to be living at 30 years old.

To all that and more I hope you will stick around.

xo – H

p.s more on the blog name and photos in the next entry 🙂