Ah summer… That time of year when, regardless of what you’re doing, you’re bound to contract a serious case of FOMO.
The problem is that here on the beautiful West Coast of Canada, there are so many awesome summer activities that you’re going to miss a few. Only this year we are down one. As I’m sure you’ve heard by now, Pemberton Music Festival was cancelled 🙁
I had the time of my life at Pemby Fest last year, so I was devastated to learn that I wouldn’t be able to recreate that experience. Thankfully though, Tyler had come up with an alternative plan- Tall Tree Music Festival.
Port Renfrew? Where’s that?
I had heard of Tall Tree Music Festival before, but never of Port Renfrew, so I hadn’t really thought about attending the event until it was the only option we had.
Fast forward through some planning and ride bumming, and we had arrived. Armed with our best festival attire, we were determined to make this weekend every bit as much fun as we had imagined Pemberton was going to be.
Now, music festivals are known for their party atmosphere, and with the Fentanyl crisis in B.C., I was worried that my status as a registered nurse was going to make this weekend more about work than play for me.
One thing that really impressed me at Tall Tree (aside from the amazingly friendly vibes of my fellow festival goers) was the harm reduction tent.
A clearly marked tent in the middle of the main pathway was the place to be for those in search of drug testing, free condoms, first aid, or any other form of judgment-free medical advice to make their festival experience safer. And, of course, Naloxone kits…
Soy una enfermera. I am a nurse.
When I entered Nicaragua and was asked by the customs agent what I did for work, I responded with ease. In fact, it was some of little Spanish I remembered from high school. Content with my response, she smiled, stamped my passport, and waved me on.
Being a nurse is my profession, but it’s also part of my identity. After studying for years at university to obtain my bachelor’s degree, passing the Canadian Registered Nurse Examination, donning scrubs and a tag bearing my name, enduring consecutive 12-hour shifts on my feet, and working one of the hardest jobs I can imagine, I’ve earned this title.
I’m not the only one that thinks that. The law agrees with me.
The word nurse is a legally protected title in Canada, and for good reason. As a patient, you wouldn’t want just anyone calling themselves a nurse. There’s a lot of meaning behind that tiny little word, and that meaning changes depending on who you ask…
When my sister and I were young, we played a game that I’m sure many of you enjoyed as children.
We would hop from the couch to the coffee table, to a random sweater one of us had discarded hastily on the floor, giggling and screaming as we attempted to balance on these various items without letting any bit of our tiny bodies touch the ground below.
The reason we had to delicately steady ourselves on these islands of inanimate objects was simple-
The floor of our house was densely coated with the fiery liquid from deep within the earth’s core.
Well… at least it was in our imaginations.
“The floor is lava!” One of us would scream, as she bounced from chair to chair.
In a giddy panic, the other would race to the nearest piece of furniture and climb aboard, seconds before the spot where she had just been standing was engulfed in magma.
Imagining lava on the floor of my childhood home was a delightful pastime, but I never thought I’d see the substance in real life.
Until I arrived in Nicaragua.
As a country in the dead centre of the Pacific Ring of Fire, Nicaragua is home to 19 active volcanos. One of these is Masaya…
I usually travel alone.
I’m definitely what you would consider an extrovert but sometimes I absolutely cherish solitude. Not only that but my friends can’t always commit to the time and money I set aside solely for travel.
That’s okay. I understand. I like doing my own thing anyways.
However, for this trip, I enlisted my boyfriend, Tyler, to be my travel companion. Tyler is basically the human embodiment of a golden retriever (except he’s more handsome and doesn’t slobber… much) so I knew he would make the ideal travel buddy.
Travelling alone is fun. You get to do whatever the hell you want. But travelling with someone else is great too because it pushes you to try things you wouldn’t otherwise.
One such thing for me was hiking El Hoyo, a volcano in Nicaragua.
As we were prepping for this trip back in Canada, a friend recommended we do a hike with Quetzaltrekkers, an adventure tour company based out of Leon, Nicaragua…
Chicken pox, mono, cold sores, herpes, what do they all have in common? They’re all caused by one of the eight types of herpes viruses. Aside from shocking my non-healthcare professional friends with that knowledge, I’m going to be so bold as to announce a discovery that will astonish every reader of this blog; the travel bug is a herpes virus.
That’s right, the travel bug, a common contagion contracted by travellers of all ages, is incurable. How do I know? Well, I myself have been infected.
What is the travel bug?
You’ve heard of the travel bug before. Not the one that has you spewing from both ends into the jungle in a rural Ecuadorian village, wiping your ass with a banana leaf after a questionable burger you knew you shouldn’t consume but had to in order to appease your craving for western food *true story*.
No, this infliction is far more potent. It will affect your career, relationships, hobbies, finances- essentially your entire life as you know it…