The countdown to Australia begins. Yeah, I should be there already but I got caught in an Olympic flurry. What can I say? It's not everyday your hometown hosts the world despite the fact that it has caused a 30 minute line up at Japa Dog (Ice Cube has eaten there 9 times people. It's that deeelicious and worth the wait). I love the excitement, but I had to escape the city's craziness. So in honour of Bruce Dickinson I ran to the hills. Ran for my life. And ran right to the beach. Nothing says Iron Maiden like the beach. Am I right?
I have a new motto: say yes to everything. And I am saying yes to surfing. Yes yes yes! So where does a west coast girl go for the waves? Tofino. I'd like to remind you all that it's February in Canada and I am about to willingly jump into an orca infested ocean. I figured this is perfect prep for my Australian trip but I have to be honest, I am better suited watching surfers then actually surfing. The song Wipe Out has new meaning to me. But just check out how excited I am to even try. Now that's happiness. Whoop!